Little one, I'm sorry
That we can't meet
If time runs out
Home became a flood of
Red hair dye
And Bullet Rose
They tell me that love is blind
I really think I see what you mean now
I really think I see what you mean now
I really think I see
They tell me that love is blind
I really think I see what you mean now
I really think I see what you mean now
I really think I see
I would trade a year of life itself
To watch you dance
I'd learn to tie your point shoes
And help you balance
In humbled hands
They tell me that love is blind
I really think I see what you mean now
I really think I see what you mean now
I really think I see