I had months to write a song. That captured who you are. But I fear I have done you wrong. Because I've failed you so far. . The chord that struck, an angel fell.
Twenty two years have passed by as I contemplate. I can recall you getting me out of every scrape. What comes first to my mind was the change. That I so desperately needed to make.
If you listen to the sound of hope. In the children's voices asking questions. You'll know how blindness is a blessing. . But I know your type, you're always right.
I can't stop killing songs you like. You look at me with eyes. Beat the sunrise in a contest, no question. . Well, talk to all the others. And bring me back to earth.