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 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 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 And 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
The days are short and grey It's the hardest time of year And she must have missed the roadsign that said "From now on, nothing will be clear" Nothing will be clear
And the whole day is calling But she is frozen to the ground There's something in the silence There is something waiting to be found Waiting to be found
And it's just your tender blindspot Not the ruination of your soul For ass long as trees are skying Tears are weeping seas to make us whole And 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
And the morning dove is clinging To the powerlines above And time is hanging frozen In its grace and pain and love