I keep looking into his eyes and it's like I'm staring into the sun,
and I am blinded and lacking discretion and I keep running in the wrong direction.

With him I am the rodent on the spinning wheel,
thrashing in place, with a complete lack of grace.
How many times does it take to go blind,
when will it be clear that I've been blind the whole time?

Rapid fire days turn into rapid fire nights,
this fire in my eyes is blocking everything in site,
all except for the beaten path, the one that leads straight back.

Just for once, I could regain my sight, take a detour, don't make that beeline.
Just for once, what would it be like, take a detour,
don't make that beeline, straight back.

val: voice, acoustic guitar
lucio: electric guitar, percussion
alex: bass
jon: drums
jeff: horn