Kind - Blancmange

Relax and think for a while

Slow right down and feel control

Remove the specs from yards of black

Scratching back you made me shiver

Scratch my back I’ll make you quiver

Reality hasn’t struck you yet, oh no

It’s late by my eyes

By my hand I know I’m late

I must be late by years

If I should show one tear in my eye

I could never blame the wind right now

I could never blame the wind right now

I could never blame the wind right now

No no no

Flying the sky’s just fallen

My eyes are drowning

My eyes in the shower

My sights are clowded

My sights…

This dream, dream my life revolves in

Comes so close to breaking free

And I need someone to shout out

And my loved one cried out

«What you say?»

She said, save me

Won’t you save me

Save me, come on

Save me, won’t you

Save me from this coma, coma called life

Save me from this coma, coma called life

«What you say?»

Come on, save me, won’t you

Save me, come on

Save me, what from?

Save me, won’t you