Friends say my countenance, or what amounts to it, is a shroud of ash and brown,
Turning clay into gold can sometimes get you down,
I suppose there are benefits in being retarded; at least your life's a string of moments unguarded.

Lawyer says my case is poor, and the doctor says there is no cure for this war in my mind,
I can't feel remorse or hear their cries,
Is the sun fading' Is the light dying'
Or am I just going...or am I just going...or am I just going blind'

I have worn it like a badge,
I stitched it across my chest for everyone to see,
And I have made it a major tenet in my theology,
In the twentieth century, there's no reason or rhyme,
We've become the greatest experts at simply killing time.

Lawyer says my case is poor, and the doctor says there is no cure for this war in my mind,
I can't feel remorse or hear their cries,
Is the sun fading' Is the light dying'
Or am I just going...or am I just going...or am I just going blind'

Going blind,
Oh.

Darling, use your riverboat dredge,
Dive down, dig down underneath my skin,
This faded, cracked and thin veneer - so easy to get in,
I will try not to drown you with what lies behind my kiss,
Honey, I should warn you first: you swim at your own risk.

Lawyer says my case is poor and the doctor says there is no cure for this war in my...war in my mind,
I can't feel remorse or hear their cries,
Is the sun fading' Is the light dying'
Or am I just going...or am I just going...or am I just going blind'

Going blind,
Going blind.