Bullets and Blue Eyes کے بول

Talking to my soul I begin to wonder Down a golden road I close my eyes and travel slow I remember your eyes Some enchanted islands Talking to my son He`s killing me with thunder From this machine gun I close my eyes and crumble slow And then I see Reserved for me The wastelands of sorrows Ah The island of shadows And through the blinds of history Drumming in my blood Rebel songs Bullets and blue eyes Bullets and blue eyes Talking to my soul I begin to wonder We`re prisoners of love Prisoners of history I remember your eyes Some enchanted islands We used to sit in science rooms And dream about the nuclear age We used to sit in science rooms And history rooms And dream about the nuclear age