Paroles de Blood

Blood Blood’s on your hands Blood is no good without a heart to move 'round Blood Blood’s on your conscience And it won’t come off easy, so just take your time For all of the days that you asked to keep me under I never thought you would Well I never knew what to say but you never listened anyway My my, you told me that you tried But looking at you now I think we know that that’s a lie Well oh no just walk away slow I’m praying for the rain to come back So long, we have to move on The harvest was so weak we lost the cotton and the corn A dry spell, no water in the well And I am still so weak From all of the tears I’ve weeped Blood Blood’s on my hands Blood is my treasure of which I must pay Blood it’s filled with deceit Each time we meet and give ourselves away Blood is on our hands And all can do is just wait For you to come round And save me