What If

What if the sun, bounced on your fences
What if the sky, turns bad
Would you become blind, blind
What about the letters, right by your door
In front of your father’s and mother’s eyes
Would you keep blind, blind, blind
There’s floating through the woods an air
Cutting old trees in two
Breaking the sound, changing the sound, making the sound
How could you keep blind, blind, blind
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
To blame, is all that we know 'round the lighthouse
We nearly fullfill the ground with the clothes of our lifeline
It’s almost quiet now since borders are off of our sight
and can’t you see the boat coming in slowly, coming in slowly, coming in
What if the sun, bounced on fences
What if the sky, turns bad
Would you become blind?