I know you said so
I know you said so, babe
I've called the medics I'm in a blood pool on the floor
Maybe it's my fault Maybe it's my fault
I know you told me to stop
So stop before you had enough
Well I am
quiet now
You're the fault
that came
out of love You're the one,
you're the one that
was made
up
You're the fault, you're the fault
that came
out of love I know you said so
I know you said so, babe I've caused the madness
I'm to blame, you've had it
Fault,
fault,
fault
Fault,
fault,
fault
You're the fault,
you're the fault that came out of love
You're the one,
you're the one that was made up
You're the fault,
you're the fault that came out of love
Thank
you very much.
That was a very, very bloody song.
I don't know if you could hear that.
The song is called Chinchilla.
I thought that when I wrote the song a few years ago,
that Chinchilla was
the perfect metaphor for a love song.
I thought Chinchilla was quite dangerous.
I thought it was like a skeleton that could bite into
the bone and first stuff it when it could feel it.
The bone would start to become blind.
Then I realized that it wasn't particularly dangerous.
So now that song is ruined for me.