Six Days - Solid Gold

Blame it on the seasons and the souls on fire

Blame it on the reasons for the young July

Blame it on the only one that you’ve despised

Till you rise your eyes

With the last love in sight

The cut deep from the blinding light

Blown away

Been sent of the queen of sorts

Running round like a half dead horse

Losing grip on the edge of the law

Eyes blinked and tagged with the mark of the bull

Can’t find to seem to care anymore

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We’ve come to die — To slip away

We’ll let god decide, then obey

Blame it on the seasons and the souls on fire

Blame it on the reasons for the young July

Blame it on the only one that you’ve despised

Till you rise your eyes