[00:10.790]Pour the petrol can, around this caravan,
[00:17.130]and watch the flames take all you own.
[00:21.720]There's a girl that understands like the back of her two hands,
[00:28.640]she's all you need to know.
[00:33.060]Cause you search for years but you lose everything you find.
[00:38.850]There's braille for the deaf and a signpost for the blind,
[00:44.540]there's heaven for the cruel but the devil waits for the kind.
[00:52.470]
[01:16.680]And you follow the blackbird home,
[01:18.970]through the early winter snow.
[01:22.570]Your footprints track you through the grass.
[01:27.630]And you ache just to smell her clothes and her cooking down on the stove
[01:34.130]You see her face in everyone you pass.
[01:38.970]Cause you search for years but you lose everything you find.
[01:44.650]There's braille for the deaf and a signpost for the blind,
[01:50.290]there's heaven for the cruel but the devil waits for the kind.
[01:57.360]And you walk down to her window press your face against the glass
[02:07.670]only to find that she is happy in his arms.
[02:16.550]
[02:38.600]Cause you search for years but you lose everything you find.
[02:44.370]There's braille for the deaf and a signpost for the blind,
[02:50.080]there's heaven for the cruel but the devil waits for the kind.