Bestow upon me the sacred gift of blindness,
Let the voices around me fade to darkness.
But let me speak the very little I do,
To burn, with the little fire in my soul,
As I croon to be a part of you.

Let me perceive and find the answers to
The untamed questions with life to do.
Of love and lust, of truth and the unjust,
All this to come a little closer to you.

But what’s ahead of me is no secret to you,
Although you may change it ,you may well not do.
But if you listen to this maddening fool,
And give him what he’s asked you to,
I’d probably become him, and come straight to you.