I used to be making future plans

As i would dance

At your funeral that's me

The superman i always wanted to be

Pretending blindness

I didn't want to find this

Something i left behind

But always with me

Somehow protecting me

Somehow trying to convince this blind man to see

Blindside

What am i going to say

When you come my way

Blindside

What am i going to do

When you come through

Past present

How on earth did my lifestyle become this pleasant

Basically i'm this kite

Flying around in this great big night

Birdman feeling free

But my strings attached to the man below me

If birdman wanted to fly on his own

He would be a slave to the storm

What am i going to do

What am i going to think

What am i going to say

When stand face to face with you

I will find the words

Anyway

What am i going to do

What am i going to do

What am i going to do

If i don't

Have you

Can i

I won't

Go on walking without