The images of our mistakes are futile fruitless words
falling into emptiness making everything worse
The angel at my side she gives me good advice

but I refuse to even listen I just do what I like

Blind among the flowers

I'm unable to see
wild among the flowers


All the endless confusion hanging round all the time
I wanne run away to somewhere where all the time is mine
I don't care if I'm misunderstood I don't care at all


I'm a worried man
I'm gonna it out

I'm gonna watch it fall