I used to be making future plans

As I would dance

At your funeral that's me

The superman I always wanted to be

Pretending blindness

I didn't want to find this

Something I left behind

But always with me

Somehow protecting me

Somehow trying to convince

This blind man to see



Blindside

What am I going to say

When you come my way

What am I going to do

When you come through



Past present

How on earth did my lifestyle

Become this pleasant

Basically I'm this kite

Flying around in this great big night

Birdman feeling free

But my strings attached to the man below me

If birdman wanted to fly on his own

He would be a slave to the storm



Can I

I won't

Go on walking without