The Ones They Blame - Anna Ternheim

She likes to call him

Wake him at night when he’s in bed

She’s, oh, so quiet

Hangs up when he says his name

Maybe it’s by habit

They were lovers, they could talk all night

She gets excited by the thought that

He’s afraid she might come back

Who could possibly save

Save them from madness?

Love is the common name

Again they depend on the one to blame

What can he say?

He’s got that creepy feeling

Everyone they know says

She’s over him, she’s moving on

How come she knows

Everything he does

And every place he goes?

Who could possibly save

Save them from madness?

Love is the common name

Again they depend on the one to blame