Royal Hunt

If pictures could talk there'd be too many voices
If sorrow could scream I'd be deaf in a day
I beg my memories to slowly fade away
Too many voices
If pain could've been seen there'd be too many faces
wherever I'd go, I'd rather be blind
And in the darkest night I'd loose my guiding light
but you I'll find even if I'm blind
Follow me, but I don't know where I'm going
Follow me down the road to something new
Follow me, there's no other way of knowing