Из альбома: There but for the Grace of God: A Short History of the Willard Grant Conspiracy
I watch the stars run away
They cant wait to leave
The sky today
I watch the morning shadows decsend
Across your wide brown eyes
Again
Everytime you hurt me
I say that its alright
I'm all thats left to blame
The morning after
Another lonely night
I guess that leaving town
Is the best thing I can do
This is my last attempt at
Loving you
Everytime you hurt me
I say that it's alright
I'm all thats left to blame
The morning after
Another lonely night
The morning after
Another lonely night