Cloud 8 · Lyrics & Chords · Track 3

Fascination Blind

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Lyrics
The smallest pair of hands I've ever seen, My oldest pair of dirty blue jeans sometimes words can grab your mind, pull down the fascination blind. I have fed my eyes so that I cannot bear to see I'll fly into my emptiness to put some space ‘tween you and me I know you’re never far behind Pull down the fascination blind. So leave me a message write your number on my hand I'll stare at ink and skin ‘till I begin To think I understand. Wearing winter like an overcoat her hand are cold against my face her eyes of ice; a paradise to cool my feverish embrace Effusive lips i try to speak the world to give vent to my fuming mind the imagery of teeth and tongue pull down the fascination blind. So leave me a message write your number on my face It’s plain to see for those who look , but somehow I still feel out of place. And who’s to say what’s the straightest path to love? All my adolescent fumblings never taught me quite enough Can you believe me when i swear that it’s gone? Half-conscious in my bedroom, scribing a letter to God… But sometimes fear can change your mind, pull down the fascination blind. Still I trace the lines with fingertip that i find on your face Beneath your dress, the skin is soft and in your mouth an onion taste The guilt is branded on your mind, Pull down the fascination blind. So leave me for another, write your number on my mind I guess there’s nothing left to know I’m fascination blind. Pasensiya ka na, ganiyan talaga ako