If you can tell me something worth fighting for Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head Honey, all the movements you're starting to make See me crumble and fall on my face And I know the mistakes that I made See it all disappear without a trace And

I wanna keep burning Baby, I'm a house on fire And I want to keep burning Babe, oh I want to drink you in Like oxygen, like oxygen Boy, I'm going up in flames And you're to blame Yeah, you're to blame I need you, I need you

You're to blame And I'm going all the way And be my slave to the grave Say, it'll make you insane And I'm bending the truth For all the life that you'll lose And you watch this space I'm the priest god never paid Take, take all you need

If I could change yesterday I would take back the time I gave to you Start over and rise from the black and blue Don't say you're not to blame Don't say you're not the one to blame You dragged me through your darkness to soak up all the rain And don't

But I'm stuck in colder weather Maybe tomorrow will be better Can I call you then He said I wanna see you again She said you're ramblin' man You ain't ever gonna change You gotta gypsy soul to blame And you were born for leavin' She'd trade Colorado if

And I could try to run, but it would be useless I'll never be the same And I’m a sucker for the way that you move, babe It’s you, babe You’re to blame Just one hit of you, I knew I’ll never ever, ever be the same Just like nicotine, rushin' me, touching

If you had my love And I gave you all my trust Would you comfort me? And if somehow you knew That your love would be untrue Would you lie to me? Why second guess? I should have stayed Your heart is hard to carry after dark You're to blame for what we

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Then blame, blame, blame You know that's not my thing If you could see yourself now, baby You bang, bang, bang, bang, bang You came to bang, bang, bang, bang, bang It's not my fault, you used to be so in control You're going

Blame it on the black star Blame it on the falling sky Blame it on the satellite that beams me home What are we coming to? This is killing me I get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown Well what am I to do? I know all the things

Crazy rhythm, I've gone crazy too They say that when a high brow meets a low brow Walking along Broadway Soon the high brow, he has no brow Ain't it a shame and you're to blame You produce the same condition Crazy rhythm, here's the doorway I'll go my