Maybe its a blessing in disguise How would I know what I was looking at? Even with it right before my eyes How would I tell it from the lies that We've said? Maybe it's a blessing, yeah Or maybe we're messing with something much more sacred Even with it right before my eyes I can't even see what I've Created Sketches for Alaina Penciled in the dark I can feel the texture of the paper Leading me on Maybe it's a blessing and a curse With a tempting and arresting thirst behind it Brothers with the mountain and the tide But the merciful moon and I are Blinded Sketches for Alaina Penciled in the dark I can feel the texture of the paper Leading me on