Texty: Tara Maclean. Passenger. Blinded.

There's a fire on the mountain
Path through the sea
You were blinded by the flames in me

There's a broken land I've seen it
Hail to swallowed love
I can feel my fingers sleeping

And maybe I don't know what love is
But it isn't this, no, it isn't this

There's a truth long forgotten
A trust long denied
And a child somewhere hungry and crying

And maybe I don't know what love is, oh
But it isn't this, no, it isn't this

And maybe I don't know what love is, oh
No, but it isn't this, no, it isn't this

There's a path through the mountain
Fire on the sea
You were blinded by flames in me