Flight 717: Going to Denmark lyrics

Your bright eyes render all discussion pointless Your bright eyes are gonna kill me for sure I look at you and i know that the house will come down Because your burning eyes are bright and pure But there's a room for us in a red brick building By a bright green field in denmark I've got a twitch in my leg and it makes me nervous And i've got fifty cents in my watch pocket And your name beating march time in my blood Putting pressure on the hollows of my eye sockets There's a room for us in a red brick building By a bright green field in a very old country My mouth is open So you can stuff the bright red roses in. 'cause i feel the california sky closing in. There's a room for us on the third floor of a red brick building By a green field with a stream running through it in denmark. Yeah!