Texty: Blindside. A Thought Crushed My Mind. Where Eye Meets Eye.

One glimpse of You and I shrink
The hand of shame squeezes my stomach
One glimpse of You and I know it's not in your nature to
You don't really know me I allowed myself to think

turn Your back
And I want to give You more than I have got
So tiny I'm almost disappearing in this world
You're holding in Your hand

This is my heart resting in the palm of my hand
Still You know my name
I feel you but don't understand
Holding it up to the sky for you to see
This is more than I've planned from the start


was it the ceiling
The second You stepped through the door or
I want my heart to break
I stood and behold Your beauty
This worn-out skin is pealing
I will never again praise You because of duty

for the things that make
Your heart break