Tom Plank - Blind Minds Lyrics

The living are ghosts in flesh form
Knees swelling up before the big storm
Nothing's gonna get me
Nothing's gonna get me to cry
But I'm a sensitive guy
Thought I heard voices in a seashell
Keep it in my kitchen on the top shelf
Used to be a skeptic
Used to be a skeptic not now
I'm the king of the clouds
To go or no
Don't want to wind up solo
In flight
Are y'all out there
Or are we nowhere
Blind minds
Ricocheting in time
I got a little brother in the backyard
Chewing all the flowers off the poplars
Says it's gonna help him
Says it's gonna help him live long
Can't tell him he's wrong
Nothing is a nothing not a something
Something is the flutter of a bird wing
The bird is just a feeling
The bird is just a feeling of love
Swooping down from heaven above
To go or no
Don't want to wind up solo
In flight
Are y'all out there
Or are we nowhere
Blind minds
Ricocheting in time