BLINDFOLD

Shipwrecked off the coastline

Of the island of our minds

You’re casting off a lifeline

I grab the ties that bind

In the land I planned to enter

You chain me in the city center

And love is growing cold

You hide it like a blindfold

I can’t run, can’t feel

Can’t crawl, can’t kneel

I can’t fight by candlelight

I can’t get free

I can’t see you . . . I can’t see you

Communique to Centcom

From behind her enemy line

Her psy-ops got to me

This battle won't be mine

In the land I planned to capture

I'm wrapped up in the rapture

She grows a bit more bold

Tightens up the blindfold

I can’t run, can’t feel

Can’t crawl, can’t kneel

I can’t fight by candlelight

I can’t get free

I can’t see you . . . I can’t see you

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