Testo: Swingin' Utters. Here, Under Protest. Blindness Is Kind.

Temptation, illusion
The visions that keep you up all night
Nightmares in color
And daydreams in dull black and white
Everyone's staring at you
They've all seen you at your worst
And that's most every night
At least when you're upright

The color of skin and of eyes
And the shades of the sky
You're judged and you're mocked
And for this, maybe blindness is kind
Everyone's staring at you
You're doing your best
But you don't feel quite right
At least not tonight

Your windows are all open wide
You wish you could shutter you eyes
There's no use in hiding
They'll know your lying

You've heard all of the tales
Read them all over, some of them twice
You've drawn all the parallels
Studied them, almost grown wise
Everyone's staring at you
It must be the spark
That seems to leap from your eyes
Well, isn't that nice

Your windows are all open wide
You wish you could shutter you eyes
There's no use in hiding
They'll know your lying

Blindness is kind
Blindness is kind
It's in your eyes
It's in your eyes