Lletres: Paul Baribeau. Brown Brown Brown.

I saw your eyes,
they were brown.
And all the stars
went out.
And the moon got lost,
and it fell in Lake Michigan.
And a tidal wave tore through this town

I saw your hair, it was brown
And the roof flew right off my house
And then my doors broke off their hindges
And all my walls came falling down.

You sipped your path, it was brown
you gave me a little cocacola kisses
And my heart broke on the night that you left
And there are a few pieces that I still haven't found.