Behind those sunglasses is your eyes' hiding place.
They trick me every time, they make me feel as if they're watching me.
Undressing me with their wild imagination or craving for my eyes to look back. (Even though the possibility of them completely ignoring me is painfully high)
Mystery surrounds you, I've told you before (but you got angry).
I wish nothing more than to know the truth, to find out where they wander every time they get lost, behind those sunglasses.