To mix the pleasure with the pain
Maybe theres some relief here
Like I'm walking on the moon
And if love flies past your eyes blindfolded
Know when to run and when to catch and hold it
To mix the pleasure with the pain
And it's not so peculiar to find
The strength in something weak
An expression on your face
And if love flies past your eyes blindfolded
Know when to run and when to catch and hold it More from Bainbridge Merril