I won't
Go on walking without
Blindside
What am I going to say
When you come my way
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
Can I
I won't
Go on walking without