Scarlet is the color of her heart against the night
Prism of her innocence fracturing the light
She will take her stairwell down to dark and heartless streets
And spend her season singing songs to infidels and thieves
Love is so blind
It's so blind

Her eyes will meet the faces of the profane and the poor
And give to them the pearls she keeps behind her inner doors
She will speak the truth and she will ache and she will bleed
For the idiots who own the air the prophets have to breathe

Love is so blind
It's so blind

She is not the mystery they make her out to be
She calls them like she sees them - she sees unselfishly
The ears of those who listen can be callous or concerned
They pity her naivete or marvel at her worth

Love is so blind
It's so blind