Blinded With Tears - Steve Harley, Stephen Malcolm Ronald Nice, Robert Gladwell

She was looking for the moon and the stars combined

But she had no hand to show

She was clinging to the wreckage of other times

Playing on her radio

Through signs and wounded glances

Through whispered hints of failed romances

She was sure in her heart,

She was blinded with tears

She was sure in her heart,

She was blinded with tears

She was flicking through the pages of magazines

And all she found was misery

She was looking for the truth in that bed of dreams

Wrecking like some history

Inside a world of guilty stammers

Who are the anvils, who the hammers?

She was sure in her heart,

She was blinded with tears

She was sure in her heart,

She was blinded with tears

She was looking for the meaning of days to come

Forever hurrying up and down the street

She stood at evening in the room alone

In a cloak of silk and steel

Inside a bone-deep understanding

Through whispered hints of failed romances

She was sure in her heart,

She was blinded with tears

She was sure in her heart,

She was blinded with tears

She was sure in her heart,

She was blinded with tears

She was sure in her heart,

She was blinded with tears