Blind

Jars of Clay

Cynical, it's just your way
You play the doubting Thomas, feel the scars and wipe the stains
So you fight, and retreat
And talk yourself out of believing in any peace that you can't see

Blind words you call
Blind words will fall

Logical, you can't find
Any reason to believe in love, you are blind
Crucify and deny, pass the blame and burn the mission
'Til dust remains and wash your hands

Blind words you call
Blind words will fall

Blind words you call
Blind words will fall