Lately, I can't breathe
Waiting, they're chasing me
No one listens but I'm okay with it
Only, I wonder why
If only my hands weren't tied
The world's a blister
But I'm okay with it
(Don't touch me)
What if I was there?
And what if I was scared?
I'm waiting for...
They're at my door
But I'll be back again
Lonely (lonely), I'm wandering
Patrolling (patrolling) for enemies
No one listens but I'm okay with it
(Don't trust me)
What if I was there
And what if I was scared
I'm waiting for...
And they're at my door
But I'll be back again
And I'll be back again
You wonder why
I don't know
You shout at me
Let me go
You wonder why
I don't know
You shout at me
Let me go
And what if I was there? (don't touch me)
And what if I was scared? (don't trust me)
I'm waiting for...
And they're at my door
But I'll be back again
And what if I was there? (don't touch me)
And what if I was scared? (don't trust me)
I'm waiting for...
And they're at my door
But I'll be back again
I'm waiting for...
And they're at my door
Our Lady Peace
Blister
[The lyric, "the world's a blister," is] all about getting close to that extreme, in which everything is glamourized to such an extent - from porn to sensationalizing death - we're desensitized, I think, pretty much completely desensitized.- Raine Maida, Vancouver Sun, 23 Sep. 1999
It's weird, because some songs like Blister, where Raine had a basic idea and we threw all these different parts at it and changed a lot of things and then it came back pretty similar.- Jeremy Taggart, Canadian Musician, Nov. 1999