And you brush my long blonde hair.

hair.We rant about the Prime Minister and the neighbours we can't stand.

Who'll kiss the wishbone scar etched on my top lip? I will whistle through your songs 'til you say, "Stop it." I've got this instant death feeling, baby.

It's the last time you've me this lately.

I've been cruel to you.

You've been feeling cobalt blue.

See if you can notice any other language about feeling guilty in the lyrics.

It's sundown, hot and heavy.