Song | It's Not Your Fault |
Artist | John Ralston |
Album | Needle Bed |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I don’t want to ever wake up. | |
I never, ever want to wake up. | |
Want to close my eyes and hide from my life. | |
You said that it wasn’t that sharp. | |
And your accidental remarks cut ribbons of me to fly on parade. | |
I want you to know that it’s not your fault. | |
You said that it didn't look rough. | |
Man thrown over. Bored by bad luck. | |
And it’s sleep or swim. Chance is slim, Julia. | |
You said that the rope wouldn’t break. | |
Now it looks like a pretty mistake; crumpled on the floor. | |
You said you were sure. I want you to know it’s not your fault. | |
Dear whoever finds this note first, | |
It’s not like it’s a blessing or curse. | |
It’s just life and it’s spinning round. | |
It’s just life and it spins you round. | |
But it’s not your fault |
I don' t want to ever wake up. | |
I never, ever want to wake up. | |
Want to close my eyes and hide from my life. | |
You said that it wasn' t that sharp. | |
And your accidental remarks cut ribbons of me to fly on parade. | |
I want you to know that it' s not your fault. | |
You said that it didn' t look rough. | |
Man thrown over. Bored by bad luck. | |
And it' s sleep or swim. Chance is slim, Julia. | |
You said that the rope wouldn' t break. | |
Now it looks like a pretty mistake crumpled on the floor. | |
You said you were sure. I want you to know it' s not your fault. | |
Dear whoever finds this note first, | |
It' s not like it' s a blessing or curse. | |
It' s just life and it' s spinning round. | |
It' s just life and it spins you round. | |
But it' s not your fault |
I don' t want to ever wake up. | |
I never, ever want to wake up. | |
Want to close my eyes and hide from my life. | |
You said that it wasn' t that sharp. | |
And your accidental remarks cut ribbons of me to fly on parade. | |
I want you to know that it' s not your fault. | |
You said that it didn' t look rough. | |
Man thrown over. Bored by bad luck. | |
And it' s sleep or swim. Chance is slim, Julia. | |
You said that the rope wouldn' t break. | |
Now it looks like a pretty mistake crumpled on the floor. | |
You said you were sure. I want you to know it' s not your fault. | |
Dear whoever finds this note first, | |
It' s not like it' s a blessing or curse. | |
It' s just life and it' s spinning round. | |
It' s just life and it spins you round. | |
But it' s not your fault |