Standing in a crowded room He it A voice so familiar, not his own He it His name being called out from the room But he see
He's willingly blindfolded starting towards the But each step a dance with a different stranger His purpose he forgets dance delights till the song is through But the between the songs Reminds him he'd intended to do
But the voice it knows no time, waits Can't a wrong, his past it can't see And if it takes him forever, it'll be there Waiting
He moves the voice determined now but still can't see The begins and he's pulled away again by flattery Just as with a drug the words purposely All up but silence the music ends, quickly deflates
Now the voice, though never Begins to sound to him a shriek He covers his with his hands Now deaf and blind, he wanders Submerged in the forgotten what he was to be
But the voice it no time, waits jealously Can't record a wrong, his past it see And if it him forever, it'll still be there Waiting patiently, waiting
He cannot see the is wet Nor does he hear the strangers He slips his back and lying paralyzed He feels
The begins and strangers whom he trusted him there Helpless and immobile lying on the And no one But the voice that was distant Sounds as it's right next to his ear And no longer the does he hear
The says, "Walk" and suddenly He he would It says, "Remove the blindfold", suddenly he He always
But the voice it no time, waits patiently Can't record a wrong, his it can't see And if it takes him forever, it'll still be Waiting jealously, waiting
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 be there patiently