Standing in a crowded room He it A voice so familiar, not his own He it His name being called out across the room But he see
He's willingly blindfolded towards the voice But each leads a dance with a different stranger His purpose he quickly Each dance delights till the is through But the silence the songs Reminds him what intended to do
But the voice it knows no time, waits Can't record a wrong, his past it see And if it takes him forever, still be there jealously
He towards the voice More now but still can't see The music begins and he's pulled away by flattery Just as with a drug the purposely inoculate All puffed up but When the music ends, quickly
Now the voice, though never Begins to sound to him a shriek He his ears with his hands Now deaf and blind, he wanders Submerged in the forgotten what he was to be
But the it knows no time, waits jealously Can't a wrong, his past it can't see And if it takes him forever, it'll be there Waiting patiently, waiting
He cannot see the is wet Nor he hear the strangers warn He onto his back and lying paralyzed He forlorn
The begins and strangers whom he trusted Leave him Helpless and immobile lying on the And no one But the voice once was distant Sounds as it's right next to his ear And no longer the shrieking he hear
The voice says, "Walk" and He knew he It says, "Remove the blindfold", he knew He could
But the it knows no time, waits patiently Can't a wrong, his past it can't see And if it him forever, it'll still be there Waiting jealously, jealously
But the voice it knows no time, waits record a wrong, his past it can't see And if it takes him forever, it'll still be Waiting