i picture your face everyday of my life and struggle to come up with but lately it s honesty that keeps me around a pint of their best and a seat with a view this corner looks all too familiar i just wanna tell you i love you i m safe on devonshire and crown who knows which letter just might be the last this song will be done by the end of this glass hey brown eyes i hope you are sleeping and dreaming of clouds here comes another three dollar cliche i nod to the barman and he does the same and again and again and again and again i am down but so prown it s summer where you are it s winter down here you re sleeping i m already boozing all the cool kids are speaking their minds but i cannot hear cause people are sounding like white noise these days they fancy themselves as a critic but i think of you and it takes me away to a perfect place who knows which letter just might be the last this song will be done by the end of this glass hey blue eyes i hope you are sleeping and dreaming of clouds here comes another three dollar cliche i nod to the barman and he does the same and again and again and again and again i am down but so prown1