So Blind
ALAN GRAHAM FREW, JOHN JONES
Wake up, let me tell you the story of the things that I've done,|Make up, for the time that we've lost,|How could we ever have won?|And I know sometimes I closed my eyes... so blind|Changes, like a seed to a flower|Like a boy to a man,|Cold places,|With the scent of you woman,|On the palm of my hand|And I know sometimes I closed my eyes... so blind||How could I do this to your world?|How could I ever let go?|How could I think you would need me?|I was so blind from the start;|So blind||One day, you were standing right here|And then the next you were gone;|Oh! I can feel it, growing inside|How can I ever go on?|And I know sometimes you closed your eyes... so blind||... you've got to wake up|
