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