Lletres: Matthew Sweet. Blue Sky On Mars. Back to You.

You come lookin' for protection a revolver in your hand
And that puts it in a language that I think I understand

Don't need to concentrate to push it through
You know you've sent it 'cos I'm comin' back to you

Anybody with a brain will tell you that you cannot win
But just ask the brainless wonder livin' underneath my skin

I'll tell you anything but what is true
No sense in givin' in, I'm comin' back to you, back to you

Anybody with a brain will tell you that you cannot win
But just ask the brainless wonder livin' underneath my skin

I'll tell you anything but what is true
No sense in givin' in, I'm comin' back to you

Back to you, back to you
Back to you, back to you
Back to you, back to you