Blood From A Beating Heart Songtext / Lyric

she can't dig holes with a shovel

she won't shake hands with the devil

and when she's caught in the middle

she pulls away and it feels



[chorus]

like a north wind breezin' your body again

like a slow day makin' it's way in the dark

to a mouth where the feelings start

rushing out like the blood from a beating heart






she holds the neck of the bottle

her every thought is a riddle

you try to rise to the level

you sink back down and it feels



[chorus]



a strange and delicate creature

who only lives if you love her

invites you to swim in her river

and leaves you under the earth



[chorus]



like a north wind

like a slow say

to a mouth where the feelings start

rushing out like the blood from a beating heart.