Blame It On Me – George Ezra

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 beating
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
What you waiting for? What you waiting for?
What you waiting for? What you waiting for?
When I dance alone, and the sun’s beating
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 beating
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, oh
When I’ll lose control, I know I’ll go
Blame it on me, oh
What you waiting for? What you waiting for?
What you waiting for? What you waiting for?