Bike down... d

           
own to the dow

ntown
            
Down to the lo

              
ckdown... boar

              
ds, nails lye 


around

              
I crouch like 

  
a crow
              
Contrasting th

  
e snow
          
For the agony,

            
 I'd rather kn

ow

            
'Cause blinded

        
 I am blindsid

ed

            
Peek in... int

      
o the peer in
              
I'm not really

            
 like this... 

             
I'm probably p


lightless

             
I cup the wind


ow
              
I'm crippled a

   
nd slow
        
For the agony
           
I'd rather kno

w

            
'Cause blinded

        
 I am blindsid

ed



            
Would you real

              
ly rush out
            
Would you real

              
ly rush out
            
Would you real

              
ly rush out   


for me now?
            
Would you real

              
ly rush out
            
Would you real

              
ly rush out   


for me now?
            
Would you real

              
ly rush out   


for me now?
            
Would you real

              
ly rush out   


for me now?
            
Would you real

              
ly rusuuuuuuh 

      
out   for me n

ow?

            
Oooooo        

              
              


for me now?
            
Oooooo        

              
              


for me nooooww

ww?

            
Taught line...

             
 down to the s


horeline
             
The end of a b

             
lood line... t

             
he moon is a c


old light

              
There's a pull

        
 to the flow
              
My feet melt t

   
he snow
          
For the irony,

            
 i'd rather kn

ow

            
'Cause blinded

         
 I was blindsi

ded
            
'Cause blinded

         
 I was blindsi

ded
            
'Cause blinded

         
 I was blindsi

ded