Lisa Stansfield - A Boy You Have Known

(d. pickerill/p. o'donoughue)
This song is for listening to
On nights you're all alone
Blank face at the window pane
Or a silent telephone
And it's all about a boy you have known
With black hair or brown hair
And hands made of stone
He had eyes like the (deeps? ) in the sky
Hair like the clouds you've seen floating by
And my sky was your cloud

You made the first smile I had ever worn
Do you wonder if he knows now
Of the pain behind your eyes
The scorching in your throat
Or the half