The Brown Eyes Where Bill Evans Blues Live

I'm addicted to your scent

Imagine smell the scene

I'm on my own sin

Wish me dead or never seen

Can we lick all the sugar?

I want to live my dopamine

and read your body all the time

See the best chapter of you

There'a a crow in disguise

and Bill Evans knows

He trust more the subtance

of your brown eyes

While his grave's done,

he plays: love, lust, and lost...