Letras
Sing that song to me
About the time when I shared in someone else's dreams
To show I was somebody then
I was somebody's friend, I don't blame you
We had words when the moon mourned
Sitting there by the church, nearly four in the morning
Assuming my part by turning round
Ignoring that frown, I don't blame you. I do
I'm just not good at these things
I don't blame you
I say my name, but it's not the same
Maybe I'll find a way again
I'm just not good at these things