Then I looked up at the sun and the brightness hurt my eyes,
But I'd rather be blind than to see you with other guys.

Then I listened to the sound of an airplane as it flies,
but I'd rather be deaf than to hear you tell those lies.

Then I shouted and I screamed 'til my face turned shades of blue,
But I'd rather be dumb than to tell you that we're through.


Then an airplane drowned my voice as it blotted out the sun
And I realised I'm not the only one.