feels alright when i drink to blur the day into the night

and blustery nights in through the rain

it's all aone that i am singing this anguish to you

and you're to blame

i'm still the same, i'm still the same



sounds so wrong but i need to fake the will to get along 

feels alright when i drink to blur the day into the night 

in lovely hour and in the room it's into bloom 

that i have called your flower for me 

and i'm to blame 

you're still the same, you're still the same



raise up girl and be glad you were not born a man 

up girl and be glad you were not born a man



sounds so wrong but i need to fake the will to get along 

sounds so wrong but i need to fake the will to get along

and like a star that i have chosen for me 

and i have placed one eye on the sky 

the sky's the same

the moon's to blame, the moon's to blame



raise up girl and be glad you were not born a man 

up man and be glad you were not born a god

sounds so wrong but i need to fake the will to get along

(repeat until end)