Tender Blindspot (Mulvey Peter)

It's cold, but at least the sun is out Her breath hangs glowing in the air She's standing at the car with the key in her hand Like a sleeper coming back from somewhere All at once, the weight has lifted Forgotten the weeping all last night She's wearing a frown borrowed from her father Her head is tilted a little to the right And it's just your tender blindspot Not the ruination of your soul As long as trees are skying Tears are weeping seas to make us whole Still you wonder why you're aching Why you should go on, you just don't know But it's just your tender blindspot From that tender blindspot you must go The days are short and grey It's the hardest time of year And she must have missed the roadsign that said "From now on, nothing will be clear" And the whole day is claling But she is frozen to the ground There's something in the silence There is something waiting to be found And it's just your tender blindspot Not the ruination of your soul As long as trees are skying Tears are weeping seas to make us whole Still you wonder why you're aching Why you should go on, you just don't know But it's just your tender blindspot From that tender blindspot you must go And the morning dove is clinging To the powerlines above And time is hanging fozen In its grace and pain and love