The Blind Mind
Dark, quiet, alone
The night wind blows
Knocking on my window
Touching my outer skin
Piercing the recesses of my heart
Portrait of myself that night
With a mind that doesn'tknow where it has gone
Then stop off in the middle of nowhere
I'm...
The night wind blows
Knocking on my window
Touching my outer skin
Piercing the recesses of my heart
Portrait of myself that night
With a mind that doesn'tknow where it has gone
Then stop off in the middle of nowhere
I'm...