Blindfold Lyrics - Red House Painters [ii] - Red House Painters

Blood ridden hands are the first things 

To come through the bed 

When all the pain in your life 

Comes to a head 

Poor lost soul with no place to go 

Wait until winter and you'll know 

Three years fold through your lies untold 

Innocence undoes her blindfold 

Who else's hands have touched 

Who I best understand 

Held close the neck and waist 

Of my adult orphan 

This summer ends, the evenings we spent 

Life under China dinner din 

Wishes best to mystery address 

I found deep in your occult key chest 

On my suicide cloud 

Left me in the pit of my morning pout 

An emptiness throughout 

This scarred and sullied soul you threw out 

What possessed you not to include me 

How have you failed to invite me 

How could you laugh with her in that theater 

When you're off and I'm alone