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