Bainbridge Merril Blindfolded
It's not usual To mix the pleasure with the pain It's not usual for me This is so familiar We're like oil and water Maybe theres some relief here In a cover of the day In the afternoon I feel so very strange Like I'm walking on the moon And if love flies past your eyes blindfolded Know when to run and when to catch and hold it It's not usual To mix the pleasure with the pain It's not usual for me And it's not so peculiar to find The strength in something weak Not so peculiar to me In the corner of my mind In a quiet place Remembering a smile An expression on your face And if love flies past your eyes blindfolded Know when to run and when to catch and hold it
