Scarlet is the colour of her heart, against the night,
Prism of her innocence is fracturing the light,
She will take the stairwell down to dark and heartless streets,
And spend her season singing songs to infidels and thieves.
Love is so blind; it's so blind,
Love is so blind; it's so blind,
Love is so blind; it's so blind,
Love is so blind.
Her eyes will meet the faces of the profane and the poor,
Give to them the pearls she keeps behind her inner doors,
She will speak the truth, and she will ache,
And she will bleed for the idiots who own the air the prophets have to breathe.
Love is so blind; it's so blind,
Love is so blind; it's so blind,
Love is so blind,
Love is so blind.
