Tourists Blind Among The Flowers
The images of our mistakes are futile fruitless words
falling into emptiness making everything worse
The angel at my side she gives me good advice
but I refuse to even listen I just do what I like
Blind among the flowers
I'm unable to see
wild among the flowers
nothing means nothing to me
All the endless confusion hanging round all the time
I wanne run away to somewhere where all the time is mine
I don't care if I'm misunderstood I don't care at all
I'm a worried man
I'm gonna it out
I'm gonna watch it fall
