Noah Kenton - Blind

Little one, I'm sorry
That we can't meet
If time runs out

Home became a flood of
Red hair dye
And Bullet Rose

They tell me that love is blind
I really think I see what you mean now
I really think I see what you mean now
I really think I see

They tell me that love is blind
I really think I see what you mean now
I really think I see what you mean now
I really think I see

I would trade a year of life itself
To watch you dance

I'd learn to tie your point shoes
And help you balance
In humbled hands

They tell me that love is blind
I really think I see what you mean now
I really think I see what you mean now
I really think I see

Written by:
Noah Schloss

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