Bandits - Blinded Lyrics
Well I'm sitting alonewith my guitar slidly out of tuneand it's a lovely night in June.And I try to write a songWith a happy slomo melodylike I have tried so many times beforeBut I can't really tell you, what is wrongbut all that comes out is another sad songmaybe it's because I slept too longand nobody called me on the phone.Maybe I should hit town, have some funto smalltalking drink to the morning sunmaybe I should buy a brandnew dressor learn up a usefull game like chess.No I can't really tell you,what is wrongbut all that comes out is another sad songmaybe it's because I slept too longand nobody called me at the phoneMaybe I should hit town have some funto smalltalking drink to the morning sunmaybe I should buy a brandnew dressor learn up a usefull game like chess.Another lonely night, turns to daywith another hair of mine, turning greyNo I can't really tell youjust what is wrong, my dear,but still what comes out isanother sad song.
