Lletres: The Blondes Of Vertigo. Inane.

he's out there smoking all my cloves
At night she swears she's growing old
But if you don't mind, gonna get you high
I'm gonna get you high

I'd really nearly like to pretend
There's nothing wrong with us or them
Gonna live my life, gonna live my life
With you by my side


Dazed and we're all inane
Find another way to hide your stride
Gonna get you high, gonna get you high

Dazed and we're all inane
Find another place to hide your stride
Gonna get you high, gonna get you