Nearly Blind (Ahh Ahh Ahh) - Blended Babies, Jonathan Chapman

There aren’t any photographs of us

There aren’t any photographs of you

Your memory is locked inside my head

You are everything to me

I cannot see when you are close

First second death the rest is bliss

And now I miss your deadly gift

You are everything to me

Don’t want these things to pass

I can’t trust you on my mind

I’m scared to make things last

‘Cause when you’re near I’m nearly blind

Don’t want these things to pass

I can’t trust you on my mind

I’m scared to make things last

‘Cause when you’re near I’m nearly blind

I’m nearly blind

I’m nearly blind

I want to give you something you can hold

I want to give you something you can trust babe

I’d like to have a photograph of you

I’d like to have a photograph of us

Don’t want these things to pass

I can’t trust you on my mind

I’m scared to make things last

‘Cause when you’re near I’m nearly blind

Don’t want these things to pass

I can’t trust you on my mind

I’m scared to make things last

‘Cause when you’re near I’m nearly blind

I’m nearly blind

I’m nearly blind

I’m nearly blind

I’m nearly blind

Don’t want these things to pass

I can’t trust you on my mind

I’m scared to make things last

‘Cause when you’re near I’m nearly blind

Don’t want these things to pass

I can’t trust you on my mind

I’m scared to make things last

‘Cause when you’re near I’m nearly blind

I’m nearly blind

I’m nearly blind

I’m nearly blind

When you’re near I’m nearly blind