Blinding Light Show / Moonchild - Triumph

And from where I stand

I reach my hand

To catch a love blow

But the selfish stare

Though electric air

Is a blinding light show

I see the face

That has no place

But somehow knows

The truth is clear

But hiding here

In the blinding light show

The blinding light show

The place is strange

The colors change

The dancer slows

And shifts his pace

And lifts his face

Into the blinding light show

A naked heart is

Quickly torn apart

And the burning grows

When you try to think

It only makes you sink

Into the blinding light show

The blinding light show

The blinding light show

And while the crowd keeps

Calling out «Hoorah»

Their greedy hands

Keep clutching out

«Hoorah, hoorah, hoorah»

The aimless mob is calling out

«Hoorah»

And unseen candles

Burning out

«Hoorah, hoorah, hoorah»

The blinding light show

The blinding light show

And the sounds of truth

Ring hollow

In this pretense world of show

And the footlights

Burn their pathways

As the profits come and go

And the seeming some-day singer

Lives the Carney Barker’s dream

Selling all by saying nothing in

The language of a scream

The language of a scream

And the blind shall

Lead the sighted

As we lose the candle glow

No one knows tomorrow

In the blinding light show

The blinding light show

The blinding light show