It`s cold, but at least the sun is out
Her breath hangs glowing in the air
She`s standing at the car with the key in her hand
Like a sleeper coming back from somewhere
All at once, the weight has lifted
Forgotten the weeping all last night
She`s wearing a frown borrowed from her father
Her head is tilted a little to the right
And it`s just your tender blindspot
Not the ruination of your soul
As long as trees are skying
Tears are weeping seas to make us whole
Still you wonder why you`re aching
Why you should go on, you just don`t know
But it`s just your tender blindspot
From that tender blindspot you must go