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