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