Heightened are your able sense
Grasping the scenery although
No sharper than your way of tracing
When the nature conspires
Withholds the beauty
I'll sing in braille tonight
Heightened are your fire arms
Facing the undecipherable
Those who utter what you're to know
Should put out the fire
And keep silent
And sing in braille tonight
Sharpened are the rules you crave
Not to miss out on anything
Quit your singing, quit your talking
Quit your writing letters
Just for the chosen
And sing in braille tonight
Widened are your social sense
Maybe we could bring out the cold
Of impressions to the gifted
Bring it down to level
Below our failure
And sing in braille tonight
Narrowed are your common sense
Of all the things you understand
Though it's worth if you'd be flattered
So the ones in favour
Won't mind their own
While singing in braille tonight
And if you're to make some sense
Leave to the audience to cheer
If you listen, if you see it
You would be there with them
Although I'm sorry
Won't sing in braille tonight