Blind Spot - Field Report

I woke up blacked out in a snowstorm

With an airbag burn on my cheek

Check the wreckage, walk away ok

I’m gonna change

Swearing to and plowing through the trees

You were in my blind spot

You were in my blind spot

You were in my blind spot

You were in my blind spot

This heart is a cold cave

My mind is a parking lot

And your voice came like a frostquake on the plains

This old body is a closet filled with hoarded nothings

My soul is a cathedral in an air raid

You were in my blind spot

You were in my blind spot

You were in my blind spot

You were in my blind spot

See the trouble with flying

Is the glueing on the feathers

And there’s a body just laying at your feet

Still faithfully yours, unchanged, unhinged

We did not ask to be, but

You were in my blind spot

You were in my blind spot

You were in my blind spot

You were in my blind spot

You were in my blind spot

You were in my blind spot

You were in my blind spot

You were in my blind spot