Vintage sunglasses

I'd like to have you for my own
But you belong to someone else
I try not to fall in love with you
But somehow I just can't do it

Now I'm trapped into your eyes
Those gipsy eyes of lies
Without my freedom baby
Without my power of thinking

I walk you home every day
Believing it would be the last
But you came to me again
Wearing those Vintage Sunglasses

But after all I still don't know you
And I don't believe in what you tell me
But I keep getting into this
A vicious circle, an eternity

Can I trust in every single word?
Is it real or just another cover?
Would you be there if I ask?
Wearing those Vintage Sunglasses

I walk you home every day
Believing it would be the last
But you came to me again
Wearing those Vintage Sunglasses