I THOUGHT YOU WERE BLIND THE FIRST TIME WE MET AND I WAS NAKED
FROM FEET TO HEAD
AND YOU, SO WELL DRESSED
WITH LEAVES ‘ROUND YOUR NECK AND BELLS ‘ROUND YOUR ANCKELS
I STILL HEAR THEM SHAKE
I STILL HEAR THEM BREAK
UP WITH THE GROANS OF SOME SNAKES WHO FORSAKE ALL OF THEIR KINDNESS
I WISH I WAS BLIND
‘CAUSE THERE'S SOMETHING HARD TO DEFINE THE ROUGHNESS AND THE BOLDNESS
JUST AS THE WEAKNESS
WHEN THE SCALES FALL FROM MY EYES
AND THEN, AND THEN...
I WILL EVER SEE A MASCARADE
HOLD YOUR OWN
THE TRUTH WILL COME
HIDDEN BY FIRE CURTAINS
HOLD YOUR OWN
THE TRUTH WILL COME
UP WITH THE GROANS OF SOME SNAKES WHO FORSAKE ALL OF THEIR KINDNESS