Blues
Amy Winehouse
The room was small, it got smaller as I grew
The man was right when he said it was all about you
You - and in doing this I'm letting you win
Why did you take my breath before I could begin?
Lay back in the sheets
Engulfed in my bed
Cover my swollen face;
My [?] head
Seeking escape
In my solitary keep
But my heart remains bruised
You still hurt me in sleep
You still hurt me in sleep
In my dreams I could fly
Now I stay above clouds
Confined to the sky
In slumber I'm restless
I'm finished and small
And whatever you tell me
I'm waiting to fall
I'm waiting to fall
But how hard I have fought
Against you's no matter
I think I'll be caught