Texty:
Blondie The Curse Of Blondie

And mothers' warning, useless to me What's that pretty flower I see? Tall and wild it waves at me Mother says it's just a weed Golden Rod, Golden Rod Another blonde

No explanation No words describe Serving sentence in your head You murder time Some waiting station One endless night Take the empty trains to nowhere

The bliss of the wild The dark heat of your body Black in the blackness around me The fallacy of a dream The bliss of the wild The dark raging tide Deep

Fate points the finger It's a double-barreled ringer You're the one, you're the one That's been touched by the singer And then in the night, cold as

All of our days, we cry out for love And we cry for the times that we lost it all When we had it all, all our hopes and our dreams All of our days we

I used to get sick with solitude I was always better in the multitude But now I like it up here all alone in my ivory tower Hi-ho at the end of my

Dull afternoon, pale evening sun, I'm as tense As a high noon run, I'm gonna cross that bridge When I come to it, getting over, stepping up I'm at the

: Satellites are falling down tonight I see you far away I'm floating into this inescapable bliss Changing light, I know the symptoms of I got myself

: I'm hot as a fire burning bright I feel as empty as air There is no sense of balance In the howling wind that calls to me I can feel it everywhere