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
willingly blindfolded starting towards the voice But each leads Into a dance with a stranger His purpose he forgets Each dance delights till the is through But the silence the songs Reminds him what intended to do
But the it knows 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
He towards the voice More determined now but still see The music begins and pulled away again by flattery Just as with a the words purposely inoculate All puffed up but the music ends, quickly deflates
Now the voice, though never to sound to him like a shriek He covers his with his hands Now deaf and blind, he wanders Submerged in the He's what he was to be
But the voice it knows no time, jealously record a wrong, his past it can't see And if it takes him forever, it'll be there patiently, waiting patiently
He cannot see the is wet Nor does he the strangers warn He slips onto his and lying paralyzed He forlorn
The music and strangers whom he trusted Leave him Helpless and lying 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 he hear
The voice says, "Walk" and He he would It says, "Remove the blindfold", suddenly he He could
But the it knows no time, waits patiently Can't a wrong, his past it can't see And if it takes him forever, it'll still be jealously, waiting jealously
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 still be Waiting