Blinded with Tears

She was looking for the moon and the stars combined
But she had no hand to show
She was clinging to the wreckage of other times
Playing on her radio

Through signs and wounded glances
Through whispered hints of failed romances

She was sure in her heart
She was blinded with tears
She was sure in her heart
She was blinded with tears

She was flicking through the pages of magazines
And all she found was misery
She was looking for the truth in that bed of dreams
Wrеcking like some history

Inside a world of guilty stammеrs
Who are the anvils, who the hammers?

She was sure in her heart
She was blinded with tears
She was sure in her heart
She was blinded with tears

She was looking for the meaning of days to come
Forever hurrying up and down the street
She stood at evening in the room alone
In a cloak of silk and steel

Inside a bone-deep understanding
Through whispered hints of failed romances

She was sure in her heart
She was blinded with tears
She was sure in her heart
She was blinded with tears

She was sure in her heart
She was blinded with tears
She was sure in her heart
She was blinded with tears