The Echoing Green - Blind lyrics

Staring in the face of fallacy

Stepping on the glass of serenity

Sleeping in the arms of irony...

I find you.

You taste the crime

And slowly remind me

Of times when the "light"

Was blinding to me

And the glow is getting bright...

But it's not light.

Sipping from the cup of tragedy

Entangled in the web of vanity

While spitting in the face of sanity...

I find you.

The peace in your mind

Is deceptive by design

The pride behind your eyes

Is blinding

And the glow is getting white...

But it's not light

It's the daylight breaking down

In your mind

As the darkness tells its solitary lie

It's not light

It's not light

It's not the light

That's blinding