Axel Rudi Pell - When a Blind Man Cries

 

 

 

If you're leaving, close the door 
I'm not expecting people anymore.
Hear me greaving, lying on the floor.
Whether I'm drunk or dead I really ain't too sure.
I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man.
And my world is pale.
When a blind man cries,
Lord you know there ain't no sadder tale.

Had a friend once, in a room.
Had a good time, but it ended much to soon.
In a cold month, in that room.                   
Found a reason for the things we had to do.

I'm a blind, I'm a blind man.
Now my world is cold.
When a blind man cries,
Lord you know he feels it from his soul

 

 

 

 

    

    

 

          

 

Axel Rudi Pell