You said you see through it,
It’s just the shadows of the pines
And that it’s a pain once was begotten
From the cradle, a time now forgotten
So how could you know until you know?
I said the sun shines on fools and lovers
Alike, and darkness is nature’s way
Of saying there’s nothing it can’t touch
With its long, skinny fingers of death
You raised your shoulder and told me
“Remorseful are days I feel happy,
For happiness only happens to the blind”
Then you sang and it was the wind
Giving lift under the wings of your spirit
And it was then I finally saw
That perhaps I’d rather be blind
And see with my beating heart
Above the shadows of the pines
Beyond the dimness of my foolish eyes.