Same story, same target, different time. Cyclical reaction from the prisoners of the blind. Trying to fight time, it's a battle of the mind. Waiting for redemption, surviving in a bind.
When we were introduced by your girl Ruth. I knew that you got down. Skin caramel complexion, lips chocolate brown. (I'm wonderin' now). . Ugh, would you get huff wit me.
(Kim Carnes/Bill Cuomo). . Warning there's a storm approaching. I see it is moving our way. I can't reach you. The wind hurts my eyes. And we've got to hide.