Tender Blindspot

It's cold, but at least the sun is out
 Her breath hangs glowing in the air
 She's standing at the car with the key in her hand
 Like a sleeper coming back from somewhere
 All at once, the weight has lifted
 Forgotten the weeping all last night
 She's wearing a frown borrowed from her father
 Her head is tilted a little to the right
 And it's just your tender blindspot
 Not the ruination of your soul
 As long as trees are skying
 Tears are weeping seas to make us whole
 Still you wonder why you're aching
 Why you should go on, you just don't know
 But it's just your tender blindspot
 From that tender blindspot you must go
 The days are short and grey
 It's the hardest time of year
 And she must have missed the roadsign that said
 "From now on, nothing will be clear"
 And the whole day is claling
 But she is frozen to the ground
 There's something in the silence
 There is something waiting to be found
 And it's just your tender blindspot
 Not the ruination of your soul
 As long as trees are skying
 Tears are weeping seas to make us whole
 Still you wonder why you're aching
 Why you should go on, you just don't know
 But it's just your tender blindspot
 From that tender blindspot you must go
 And the morning dove is clinging
 To the powerlines above
 And time is hanging fozen
 In its grace and pain and love