Flyin' Blind Lyrics

Music: Kotzev
Lyrics: Edman
Vocal: Göran Edman
Autumn in the garden
And I'm looking at the sky
Talking to the fading light of the day
I've liost the track of time and s***e
After all these years that passed me by
I lived no lie
In the fast lane, trying to survive
I'm a Sunday driver doing 105
Take a ride in my troubled mind
And roll away the stone
Help me out cause I'm flying blind
Trying to survive
better off on my own

There's no better therapy
The cure for my anxiety
Is the opera fire's crackling heart
No staring deep into the bottle
No more sad, pitiful struggle
Keeping me awake all through the night
I've been hanging out on the quiet side
I'm coming along for the fieldtrip
Just for the ride

Chorus...
On the quiet side
Better off on my own

On the seventh day a blackbird woke me up
Face to face with the peace
Of an endless empty s***e
I've been hangin' on the ringside
Is that wrong?
I've been waitin' for the punch line
Way too long.....

Chorus

better off on my own, oh yeah
Better off on my own..