Standing in a crowded room He it A voice so familiar, not his own He it His being called out from across the room But he see
He's willingly blindfolded starting towards the But step leads Into a dance a different stranger His purpose he quickly Each dance delights the song is through But the silence the songs Reminds him what intended to do
But the voice it knows no time, patiently record a wrong, his past it can't see And if it him forever, it'll still be there jealously
He moves towards the More determined now but still see The music and he's pulled away again by flattery Just as with a drug the purposely inoculate All up but silence When the music ends, deflates
Now the voice, though never Begins to to him like 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 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 patiently, waiting
He cannot see the is wet Nor does he hear the warn He slips onto his and lying paralyzed He forlorn
The music and strangers whom he trusted Leave him Helpless and immobile on the floor And no one But the voice once was distant Sounds as it's right next to his ear And no longer the shrieking does he
The voice says, "Walk" and He he would It says, "Remove the blindfold", suddenly he He always
But the voice it knows no time, patiently record a wrong, his past it can't see And if it him forever, it'll still be there jealously, waiting jealously
But the voice it knows no time, waits Can't record a wrong, his it can't see And if it takes him forever, still be there Waiting