He said he can't write songs
He said he used to write on the walls
Now there's rocks in his head
They roll around
When he tosses in bed
You can tell from the sound
She said "That reminds me of the beach
And the fact that there's nothing left for me"
He says "Why can't you put some belief
In the fact that the world's arms
Are opening for you?"
For you, and always for you
A cliché said once or twice
Maybe twice too many times
She says "Why can't you put this up to higher power?
I know you only wanna see me in the shower"
There's no convincing to be done
They know he's in the wrong
And she doesn't wanna run
So who's at fault?
No way her defect is the default
Who's at fault?
It's all she's ever wanted
Was to waltz with the
Right person, right time
With the right version
Of the right guy
She's found him
So he says
"You've found him, it's me
You've found him
No need to worry"
And what is she supposed to believe?
That her own self-awareness will
Save her from disease?
Who's at fault?
Such a shame her defect
Is her default
Who's at fault?
You know he's relying
On the fact that she falls
For the wrong person
Wrong time
On the wrong version
Of the wrong night