- cifra
The garden was blessed
By the gods of me and you
We headed west
For to find ourselves some truth, oh
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
We counted all our reasons
Excuses that we made
We found ourselves some treasure
And threw it all away, oh
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
When I dance alone
And the sun's bleeding down
Blame it on me
When I lose control
And the veil's overused
Blame it on me
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
Caught in the tide of blossom
Caught in the carnival
Your confidence forgotten
I see the gypsies run, oh
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
When I dance alone
And the sun's bleeding down
Blame it on me
When I lose control
And the veil's overused
Blame it on me
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
When I dance alone
And the sun's bleeding down
Blame it on me
When I lose control
And the veil's overused
Blame it on me
When I dance alone
I know I'll go
Blame it on me
When I lose control
I know I'll go
Blame it on me
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
