GUIDE DOG - Quadeca

It’s that time, at the end of the night when you’re blind\nAnd you hold out your hand 'til it’s mine\nI’ll walk you, guide dog to you\nI, if I could, I would trade you my eyes\n'Cause you should see you with the clearness of mine\nI want to be your guide dog\nHow I describe you, when you’re not around\nYou should see for yourself\nI’ll find you a confident ground\nI’ll be there myself, yeah, I want to be your guide dog\nPlease, you would tell me that you don’t agree\nBut I am half the man that you would be if you were me\nI watch you like I’m not worthy\nHell, my love songs don’t seem to age well\nBut how long can they speak for itself?\nI got you 'til it won’t hurt me\nHow I describe you, when you’re not around\nYou should see for yourself\nAnd I’ll find you a place in the crowd\nI’ll be there myself, do you trust me to be your guide dog?