Morcheeba

Things of change, this time around,
I'm on rocks I'm looking down,
And I can see the whole the darkness 'round here.
You're in spain and you walking free
I'm inside without the key,
Feeling sick and angry toward you.
Locked away, I'm going mad,
I'm a fool, I'm so sad,
I'm a fool of been had.
We planned a job
And you let me down,
You made a run,