Blinded - Tara MacLean

There's a fire on the mountain

Path through the sea

You were blinded by the flames in me

There's a broken land I've seen it

Hail to swallowed love

I can feel my fingers sleeping

And maybe I don't know what love is

But it isn't this no it isn't this

There's a truth long forgotten

A trust long denied

And a child somewhere hungry and crying

And maybe I don't know what love is oh

But it isn't this no it isn't this

And maybe I don't know what love is oh

But it isn't this no it isn't this

There's a path through the mountain

Fire on the sea

You were blinded by flames in me