Blind Spot

03:09
Kathy Sparling
2014
Kathy Sparling

Story

Always check over your shoulder...

Kathy Sparling – vocal
Myles Boisen – guitar, organ
Steve Kirk – guitar, bass
Tim Rowe – drums

Lyrics

Any fool could see the risk of you,
But you said it just like it was true,
And I think sometimes you meant it too –
That’s the sky that calls the ocean blue.
With your gifts, your grifts, your telephone,
Too chaste to kiss the Blarney Stone,
Left your snakes all charmed entranced and prone,
I, disarmed, left you alone,
On that day I slipped into your blind spot and felt myself disappear.
I could coast for a time alongside you; now only speed can bring me clear.
This does not end here. This does not end here.
Oh Diary, my diary dear,
Today I felt a sudden fear:
If we wait around to reappear,
Will we notice as the end draws near?
To sing you cry, to run you must walk,
But we’re only running down the clock,
Suspended here where time forgot,
Without a trace, without a thought,
Since that day I slipped into your blind spot and felt myself disappear.
I could coast for a time alongside you; now only speed can bring me clear.
This does not end here. This does not end here.
This does not end here. This does not end here.