Lletres: Annie Lennox. Songs of Mass Destruction. Love Is blind.
Oh sugar, when you gonna come?
(Oh sugar, when you gonna come?)
Oh sugar, when you gonna come?
(Oh sugar, when you gonna come?)
I spend my life getting older
But you still got me on the run
(When you gonna come?)
(When you gonna come?)
Oh sweetness, when will you be mine?
(Oh sweetness, when will you be mine?)
Oh sweetness, when will you be mine?
(Oh sweetness, when will you be mine?)
I spend my days getting colder
And I still want you all the time
(When will you be mine?)
All the grass is growing greener on the other side
Nothing else has meaning when I got you on my mind
I so want to see you, don?t they say that love is blind
Whoa, love is blind, love is blind
I got so much trouble getting into this
Can?t decide if it?s hell or bliss
Sometimes I feel like I don?t exist
Cut my veins and slit my wrists
Goodbye, goodbye that's all she wrote
And she tied that knot around her throat
Wipe my eyes, dry my tears
I waited for you for a thousand years
Oh lover, make me yours again
(Oh lover, make me yours again)
Oh lover, make me yours again
(Oh lover, make me yours again)
Even though your thrill is gone
All my feelings still remain
Even though your thrill is gone
I?m no longer just the same
Don?t you see that I?m addicted to the notion of a someone
Who can take me from this wretched state
Save me from the bitterness
And hatred of humanity, it?s so screwed up
Tired of being down on luck
Tired of being beaten up
Tired of being so screwed up
Tired of all this desperation
Tired of all this mad frustration
Tired of all the aggravation
Sick and tired of devastation
Give it some consideration
Tired of being down on luck
Tired of being beaten up
Tired of being so screwed up
Tired of all this desperation
Tired of all this mad frustration
Tired of all the aggravation
Sick and tired of devastation
Give it some consideration
Tired of being down on luck
Tired of being beaten up
Tired of being so screwed up
Tired of all this desperation
Tired of all this mad frustration
Tired of all the aggravation
Sick and tired of devastation
Give it some consideration
Tired of being down on luck
Tired of being beaten up
Tired of being so screwed up
So screwed up, so screwed up
So screwed up, so screwed up
So screwed up
(Oh sugar, when you gonna come?)
Oh sugar, when you gonna come?
(Oh sugar, when you gonna come?)
I spend my life getting older
But you still got me on the run
(When you gonna come?)
(When you gonna come?)
Oh sweetness, when will you be mine?
(Oh sweetness, when will you be mine?)
Oh sweetness, when will you be mine?
(Oh sweetness, when will you be mine?)
I spend my days getting colder
And I still want you all the time
(When will you be mine?)
All the grass is growing greener on the other side
Nothing else has meaning when I got you on my mind
I so want to see you, don?t they say that love is blind
Whoa, love is blind, love is blind
I got so much trouble getting into this
Can?t decide if it?s hell or bliss
Sometimes I feel like I don?t exist
Cut my veins and slit my wrists
Goodbye, goodbye that's all she wrote
And she tied that knot around her throat
Wipe my eyes, dry my tears
I waited for you for a thousand years
Oh lover, make me yours again
(Oh lover, make me yours again)
Oh lover, make me yours again
(Oh lover, make me yours again)
Even though your thrill is gone
All my feelings still remain
Even though your thrill is gone
I?m no longer just the same
Don?t you see that I?m addicted to the notion of a someone
Who can take me from this wretched state
Save me from the bitterness
And hatred of humanity, it?s so screwed up
Tired of being down on luck
Tired of being beaten up
Tired of being so screwed up
Tired of all this desperation
Tired of all this mad frustration
Tired of all the aggravation
Sick and tired of devastation
Give it some consideration
Tired of being down on luck
Tired of being beaten up
Tired of being so screwed up
Tired of all this desperation
Tired of all this mad frustration
Tired of all the aggravation
Sick and tired of devastation
Give it some consideration
Tired of being down on luck
Tired of being beaten up
Tired of being so screwed up
Tired of all this desperation
Tired of all this mad frustration
Tired of all the aggravation
Sick and tired of devastation
Give it some consideration
Tired of being down on luck
Tired of being beaten up
Tired of being so screwed up
So screwed up, so screwed up
So screwed up, so screwed up
So screwed up
Songs of Mass Destruction
Annie Lennox