when strangers meet they seem more real to me wide open spaces and consciences clean and to what end must i protect the boy i used to be who thought a home where only silence falls no clock inside its walls could dodge a wrecking ball locks blocking strangers both ways what kind of safety’s that anyway i could have risked you love how do we stand our ground
how do we say we’re brave now i am waiting on your command a blindfold between my sight and your sleight of hand how do these hands hold how do these hearts unfold now never knowing the ways they can a blindfold between the night and Neverland you will come back to me