Underneath the blind man's sight
It takes you further than you might reach
Graceful as the old winds cry
You're bound to love what you have feared
I've had enough of you my friend
But it was good to talk again
Distort the loathing as it strays
Have you learned to hide that smile
Just like you memorized the taste?
I've had enough of you my friend
Though it was good to talk again
There stand with red in hand