When your love's flown out the window and the pain comes through the door once again you've missed the boat and you're stranded on the shore, And you find out that what you had was never yours at all, friends and lovers that you knew so well will never take your calls So....... you blame the weather, oh-oh, blame the weather, oh-oh, blame the weather, oh-oh can't you see you're in your prime, you're turning creases into lines. If you play the game you've got to be prepared to take a knock, you get put down so many times but you keep on getting up, so put your tears away and don't forget to worry is a crime, nothing bears thinking about too much, you'll be old before your time so -... you blame the weather, oh-oh, blame the weather, oh-oh, blame the weather, oh-oh can't you see you're in your prime, you're turning creases into lines. the pool of tears you left to drown in (dry up, dry up) the helping hands that never came (dry up, dry up) the years you lost out to another all went up in flames so .... you blame the weather, oh-oh, blame the weather, oh-oh, blame the weather, oh-oh can't you see you're in your prime, you're turning creases into lines. composed by c. moulding Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
