Blind in the Middle (Acoustic Saxophone Version)
Oh man, so sorry man, guess you deserved it in the end
Just you missing your guilty grin, sense can be fend
Nickels and dimes in buckets of your deputy
Crawlin' now looking for a motto what can't and what can see
You never gave up chewing nails, still nibble
Take a tip from those who went blind in the middle
Mary Anne's up sittin' there with her gypsy group
Spitting through the smoky air, might have ordered tomato soup
When the warm blood arrives, she throws it in those plants
Joking maybe they grow high, was i the only one who heard her sigh
Never forget you are the one who has to clean the mess
Take a tip from those who used up madness
You're slinkin' down those paper skies, never stopped listening for the king
Your blind wife, she's waitin' under the earth, playin' hide and seek with the wind
She cut all clay tongues off, she cut herself through the air
Why don't you stick your head down to her, your fingertips wouldn't be that bare
You grab everything you can drag with your seven heads
Take a tip from those who blessed all dead birds in the sand/in their hands
Oh man, so sorry man, guess you deserved it in the end
Just you missing your guilty grin, sense can be fend
Nickels and dimes in buckets of your deputy
Crawlin' now looking for a motto what can't and what can see
You never gave up chewing nails, still nibble
Take a tip from those who went blind in the middle
Just you missing your guilty grin, sense can be fend
Nickels and dimes in buckets of your deputy
Crawlin' now looking for a motto what can't and what can see
You never gave up chewing nails, still nibble
Take a tip from those who went blind in the middle
Mary Anne's up sittin' there with her gypsy group
Spitting through the smoky air, might have ordered tomato soup
When the warm blood arrives, she throws it in those plants
Joking maybe they grow high, was i the only one who heard her sigh
Never forget you are the one who has to clean the mess
Take a tip from those who used up madness
You're slinkin' down those paper skies, never stopped listening for the king
Your blind wife, she's waitin' under the earth, playin' hide and seek with the wind
She cut all clay tongues off, she cut herself through the air
Why don't you stick your head down to her, your fingertips wouldn't be that bare
You grab everything you can drag with your seven heads
Take a tip from those who blessed all dead birds in the sand/in their hands
Oh man, so sorry man, guess you deserved it in the end
Just you missing your guilty grin, sense can be fend
Nickels and dimes in buckets of your deputy
Crawlin' now looking for a motto what can't and what can see
You never gave up chewing nails, still nibble
Take a tip from those who went blind in the middle
Credits
Writer(s): Esther Felber
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