Blame (McLeod)

You saw my face on a TV screen
You dreamed of me ‘till dawn
You read my name in a magazine
You picked me up and took me home.

You write me letters, beg my autograph
You confess your every sin
At night you plead to my photograph
To save you from the mess you're in.

So I know why
you think I
am to blame
You feel so alone and ashamed
So I know why
you think I
am to blame
You're broken and lonely and lame
I'll follow you
To the grave.

A love-affair held on video
You catch my eye with each freeze-frame
And no-one cares, no-one ever shows
The need to ask you for your name.

So I'm all that you're living for
You think I will never leave
Every song, secret semaphore,
A bitter thrill to help you grieve.

(Chorus)

(© McLeod, 2000)