Little Blind

[Verse] Well in the early hours Amongst the sleeping cars Beyond the pale of our [?] Your thistle [?] came an invitation [?] I'd be long gone But these bee-balm visions Are not ready for the theatre, I'm not ready I'm not ready, I'm not ready And you said "Brother come over I've got something to show you," The black bead of a parakeet I fell down, down, down [?] every person that i crossed Every lie that I've worn And every stone that i tossed Way down, way down, the fire from high ground Well I took, I took my words from the black book Amber afternoon under a crescent moon We took the [?] over Oh, my buttercup I really messed up You really messed up this time Yeah, i really messed up this time [instrumental] [?] And i don't know what I'm doing here [?]