a blind man looks out through your eye he hears the color of your sigh tastes a laugh upon your thigh then roars oh lets be clear my sighing balladeer i want nothing more than you to hear me now theres red iron in the sliding clay it stains our knees and turns away the blood lusty angels looking to rumble in town oh let me be clear my sliding bombardier i want nothing more than you to find me now heres how im leaning word for word no matter what you think youve heard when i say bird i mean a bird no less and not more oh let it be clear my leaning auctioneer i want nothing more than you to raise me now im thirsting after righteous gloom with daylight streaming in this room and the loss of love one day soon may bear me out and away but lets be clear my streaming volunteer i want nothing more than you to see me now but lets be clear my streaming volunteer i want nothing more than you to hear me now