Writes Of Winter

Not perfect and not complete, but close.  Hopefully someone can clean this up: 

  that cruel game 
  where the winners join the losers 
  in the blame 

  who's to blame 
  when the love light dips and fades 
  who's to blame 

  both feel the innocence 
  neither of them ever felt the blame 

  a cryin' shame 
  to destroy ones only enfield?, whos to blame 
  a picture frame, where you can still see them together! 

  who's to blame 

  that cruel game 
  where the winners join the losers 
  in the blame 

  and now the flame 
  burns down for two in love... 

  both feel they're innocent 
  neither of them ever felt the blame 

  a day of frame, for all to see in black and white 
  who's to blame? 

  she has his name, that just powdered night living 

  he's to blame 

  who's to blame, who's to blame...