Words are never easyWords are seldom trueWords are never simple darlingWhen they're aimed at youWords are never gentleWords are never plainWords are never what they think they areThat's the problem with painWords are never my ownTry well as they mightThey break me into pieces, darlingFrom the greatest of heightsI left you in the morningWhen the tears stained my smileI left you in the morning, darlingFor a long, long whileOh, and I think life would beSo much easier if they had no wordsYeah, I think life would beSo much easier if they had no wordsI'd smile at you when I was happyShed a tear when I was sadI think life would be so much easierIf I was half the drunken manDon't blame it on meOh, blame it on the wordsDon't blame it on meOh, blame it on the wordsBlame it on the wordsBlame it on the wordsBlame it on the words