Well, I saw you once again, girl, Through those ďwindows of the soulĒ: Gems of hazel laughter That always made me lose control. Sometimes Iím weak, girl; Some days I come out strong ó Within your sphere of influence Nothing ever seems to last long, Except the ceaseless calling Of a love that keeps me falling For the one who finally tore off my disguise: Just wanting to be Close to the heart I see Looking thru those eyes.
Now, Iíve called you my Madonna And Iíve called you my friend. You were my beginning, And Iíd swear youíll be my end. I thought Iíd win you; I thought Iíd write the song ó But when youíre in my life, my girl, My plans donít seem to last long. Yet, in all this confusion Of heartache and illusion, My real desire should come as no surprise: Forever to be Close to the heart I see Looking thru those eyes.
One day this green planet May be barren as a stone, And man, that tried to rule her, Will be cold, and all alone; Or Nature may escape him And rise to right his wrong ó Within her sphere of influence Nothing ever seems to last long. But when your soulís been lifted Far beyond this world, and drifted To the heavens, Iíll be right there in the skies, Still longing to be Close to the heart I see Looking thru those eyes.