What if the sun, bounced on your fences What if the sky, turns bad Would you become blind, blind What about the letters, right by your door In front of your father's and mother's eyes Would you keep blind, blind, blind There's floating through the woods an air Cutting old trees in two Breaking the sound, changing the sound, making the sound How could you keep blind, blind, blind Ohhhhhh oh oh oh oh To blame, is all that we know 'round the lighthouse We nearly fulfill the ground with the clothes of our lifeline Its almost quiet now since borders are off of our sight And can't you see the boat coming in slowly, coming in slowly, coming in What if the sun, bounced on fences What if the sky, turns bad Would you become blind