Lyrics

Blame
c.martin
© September 2010

Close the door
Hang up your coat
Sit down on the stairs
Your hands in your hair

Blame it on the wind
Blame it on how busy you have been
Blame it on the lies you were raised to believe
Or just blame it on me.

It's not hard
you know who you are
Every line draws neatly to an end
And no one pretends

So blame it on the storm
Blame it on the walls that don't keep you warm anymore
Blame it on the war or your father or your fear
Or just blame it on me
Blame it on me

Me
I am so far removed it's true
Yeah who am I
Who am I anyway
To you
I don't even breathe with you
I wait
It's just weight in my arms
It's just the weight of all of this on my heart
And anyway
It's out of your hands
It's out of your hands

So I'll close the door
Climb the stairs
Slip into the bed
Lay awake lay awake

Blame it on the rain
Blame it on saying too much again
Blame on the wine or the distance or the time
Or I could blame it on you
And it's out of my hands