It's easy to be so cruel
When you've got nothing
Real left to hold on to

It's hard to dismiss
What you most miss
An old familar scent
Has got its grip on you
And
Your holding on, too

You wonder when
The time will come
When you will be able to see
Just fine again
(Sometimes it's better off blinded)

The goodness of hearts
A quality most people live
A lifetime blind
Trying to find
But they keep it inside

Like a singing bird
Like a singing bird