I am blindfolded and bound to a tree.

I am blindfolded and bound to a tree.

Seems like there is someone breathing on top of me.

It must be you baby – is it true its you my baby blue?

It must be you baby – is it true its you my baby blue?

I remember when you once called me your soul mate – do you still miss me as I miss you?

The streets are dark and there are no lights up on the poles.

The streets are dark and there are no lights up on the poles.

I am stumbling and I am tumbling through the potholed rocky roads.

There is a river down the road, you can hear it roaring from up here.

There is a river down the road, you can hear it roaring from up here.

I sometimes wander and wonder if I could make it across to there.

A tree is bowing as if in prayer.

There is a strong wind blowing and I am feeling scared.

There is a young lady beside me with freckles and red hair.

She says she knows me but I wonder how much she actual understands.

She says she knows me but I wonder how much she actual understands.

I am not a gentleman, nor a hero I am simply a strange man.

I am blindfolded and bound to a tree.

I am blindfolded and bound to a tree.

Seems like there is someone breathing on top of me.

It must be you baby – is it true its you my baby blue?

It must be you baby – is it true its you my baby blue?

I remember when you once called me your soul mate – do you still miss me as I miss you?

 

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