Drying upon me
Silver strings that parade
All throughout town
Tonight for two minutes
Made me blind.

Warm lights speak of men who were braver than today
And I sit and listen, trying hard not to stare
I'll dig my eyes up hoping the hopes will go away just so I can feel and breathe better than I did yesterday.

Freedom must be a wild thing to possess
I wish my boots would take me where bliss is justified
Where there's no cries, no need for crimes
Where it's not so hard to make my mind satisfied.

Drying upon me
Silver strings that parade
All throughout town
Tonight for two minutes
Made me blind.