Aggelein Eyes

I had a rug made from a polar bear
His name was silver snow
He had eyes of "Aggelein"
I sure did hate to see him go
Every time I lay my face across his silvery skin
I cry like a baby once again

I had a friend named filip Kyoto
He melted in the sun
His eyes were always "Aggelein"
Until his heart was done
On snowy nights I listen for his heartbeat at the door
But when I look outside it's just the winter's mighty roar

"Aggelein" eyes always staring up from underneath
"Aggelein" eyes I will meet you when I finally get to sleep

I met a woman selling icicles
Out in the western heat
Her eyes would shine like "Aggelein" and fester with deceit
She'd cut you for a nickel and she'd leave you there to bleed
Her heart was cold
So when she cried her tears would start to freeze

I knew a man who ran
From New Orleans to Texas just to teach
A group of teenage lunatics to draw stuff how they see
His eyes were leaking "Aggelein" just like his blood soaked sleeves
He grew tired of the torture and ran back to New Orleans

"Aggelein" eyes always staring up from underneath
"Aggelein" eyes i will meet you when I finally get to sleep
"Aggelein" eyes never looked so pure
"Aggelein" eyes you'll be back to see me soon I'm sure