Lyrics Blind Man's Waltz - Chris Pureka

Blind Man's Waltz

The kettle was screaming
But you just couldn’t hear it
You were back at the station
Counting the minutes
And she drove up humming along with the radio…
It was all plain as day
Like some careless graffiti
Strewn ‘round the house
But nevermind, nevermind
Let’s put those blinders on and go tear up the town…
You were the farmer
And she was the acrobat
Flying off the handle
Into the cumulus
Kissing the clouds, while you just waited for rain…
Oh to the left, to the left
The shape of a sinister ghost in the bed
And the sound of a mockingbird
Oh in the end
You’re the fool of the carnival…
And so you’re building
It up for the breakdown
Love’s just a trampoline
You can never get off…
You should have heard it
The building cacophony
Of that demolition
Everything crumbling
But all you could hear
Was the ring in your ears
When the quiet came…
Oh to the left, to the left
The shape of a sinister ghost in the bed
And the sound of a mockingbird
Oh in the end
You’re the fool of the carnival…
And so you’re building
It up for the breakdown
Love’s just a carousel
You can never get off…
Waltzing on shards of those shattered alibis…
Waltzing on shards of those shattered alibis…
1,2,3, 1,2,3, 1,2,3, waltz with me…