I woke up blacked out in a snowstorm
With an airbag burn on my cheek
Check the wreckage, walk away ok
I'm gonna change
Swearing to and plowing through the trees
You were in my blind spot
You were in my blind spot
You were in my blind spot
You were in my blind spot
This heart is a cold cave
My mind is a parking lot
And your voice came like a frostquake on the plains
This old body is a closet filled with hoarded nothings
My soul is a cathedral in an air raid
You were in my blind spot
You were in my blind spot
You were in my blind spot
You were in my blind spot
See the trouble with flying
Is the glueing on the feathers
And there's a body just laying at your feet
Still faithfully yours, unchanged, unhinged
We did not ask to be, but
You were in my blind spot
You were in my blind spot
You were in my blind spot
You were in my blind spot
You were in my blind spot
You were in my blind spot
You were in my blind spot
You were in my blind spot
Blind Spot was written by Chris Porterfield.
Blind Spot was produced by Daniel Holter.
Field Report released Blind Spot on Thu Mar 01 2018.