I used to be making future plans
As I would dance
At your funeral that's me

The superman I always wanted to be
Pretending blindness
I didn't want to find this

Something I left behind
But always with me
Somehow protecting me

Somehow trying to convince
This blind man to see


Blindside
What am I going to say
When you come my way

What am I going to do
When you come through


Past present
How on earth did my lifestyle
Become this pleasant

Basically I'm this kite
Flying around in this great big night
Birdman feeling free

But my strings attached to the man below me
If birdman wanted to fly on his own
He would be a slave to the storm


Can I
I won't

Go on walking without