Blinding (Live BBC Proms at the Royal Albert Hall / 2024)

Seems that I have been held in some dreaming state
A tourist in the waking world, never quite awake
No peace, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber
'Til I realized that it was you who held me under
Felt it in my fists, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids
Shaking through my skull, through my spine, and down through my ribs

No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming like a girl, so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl, so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl
So in love with your own world

I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack
And all around the world was waking, I never could go back
And all the walls of dreaming, they were torn wide open
Finally, it seemed that the spell was broken
And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open
And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open

No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming like a girl, so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl, so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl
So in love with your own world

Snow White's stitching up your circuit-board
Synapse slipping through the hidden door
Snow White's stitching up your circuit-board

No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming like a girl, so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl, so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl
So in love with your own world

Snow White's stitching up your circuit-board
Synapse slipping through the hidden door
Snow White's stitching up your circuit-board
Synapse slipping through the hidden door