Blind and falling from a limb I was holding on to with only one hand
into the arms of love, a love in need of belief
The belief of seeing without sight, the belief of love
Into the arms I felt were my own, into the arms i felt were hers
But her arms like mine could not hold the weight of my heavy heart
As full as may be empty though it still seems
empty of love, empty of thought
So further and further I still fall
Still without sight, still without love
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