| I’ve got a sandstorm blowin' in my head |
| I’m seein' many colours but the one that’s coming through is red |
| It’s stoppin' me dead tryin' to make some tracks but my feet are feeling like a |
| lead |
| Stop being blead, stop being blead |
| Oh, my things aren’t the same |
| Anyone could see that if I stayed much longer I’d be tamed |
| We stopped playing games |
| I’m not pointing fingers but I’m not taking all the blame |
| Playin' all your games, taking all your blames |
| I said oh no, I don’t even care |
| I guess I’ll be seein' you, I guess I’ll be leaving you today |
| We’re just not a pair |
| I know you’ve been trying but I just can’t bear to tell a lie |
| Stop tellin' me all your lies |
| Stop tellin' me all your lies |
| Let me take you by the hand |
| Try to understand, walk me to a land, try to understand |
| I ain’t nothing but a man |
| I’ve got a sandstorm blowin' in my head |
| I’m seein' many colours but the only one that’s coming through is red |
| You know how we feel, we can’t go on pretending |
| And we’ve just got to fix the deal |
| Gotta make it real, gotta make it real |