Blind Alley - Fanny

Take care of yourself, this is your story

Your voice is shakin' the walls, and they’re crumbling down

But what can I do except stand here watching you

My fearful eyes are paralyzed with visions of tomorrows swept away

And someone’s gonna get burned

We’re leading ourselves down a blind alley

No one to watch over us as we stumble and fall

But what can I see, except all your history

A reaper grim sent saracens who cannot see the writing on the walls

And someone’s gonna get burned

I see my christian brothers raising angry hands

And though they try show me, I still don’t understand

‘Cause there’s a war going on

And you’re down in the streets

We’re clearing the way for a new order

Old ways are losing their hold, now we’ve opened our eyes

But what can I say except God speed anyway

A destiny and its got to be, and later on they’ll judge you right or wrong

Think about what you’re doin'…

Blind alley, you’re going down a blind alley

Blind alley, you’re going down a blind alley