(Twirl backwards)
(When I first went blind - I mean for reading purposes -
I felt very unhappy
But now, I feel that being blind is, let's say, it's part of my world
I suppose that happens, one's heard about it, when one's in jail, one thinks of being in jail as being a part of one's world
When one is sick, also
After all, it doesn't mean anything
Or, it's irrelevant, no?)
Oh my God I think it's happening again
Twisting myself, casting shadows as I stand - nothing
Told him I could never rest until it ends
Told me it was a not a hit until it lands on him
Only got a minute? I can go
I can find time, spend it, I can roll minutes up, up
Playtime in the winter
On God, I tried to believe him
I tried to deceive him
But I set him up and run
Open up and go out
Open up and go outside for you
Oh my God, I think it's happening again
Twisting myself, casting shadows as I stand
Told him I could never rest until it ends
Told me it was a not a hit until it lands on him
(Everything's alright)
(Yes sir, thank you sir)