Blame the Moon - Beth Hart

She remembers the day they met

Right down to the minute

Her life has never been the same

Sitting alone in the dark

Staring into the night

Her life has never ever been the same

She cries, «It's a mystery

Can anybody see it,

How much this is hurting me It’s black magic

Its the season of the witch.»

Blame the moon, Blame the moon

Repeat

It’s a mystery

Anybody see it How much this is hurting me It’s black magic

It’s the season of the witch

Blame the moon, Blame the moon

Repeat 2x

I said blame, blame the moon, blame

Blame the moon.