There's blood at the window
Blood on the bed
Blood in the ashtray
Blood from my head
In pools by the door
In lakes in the bath
Painting the walls
There's red by the draft
There's blood in the kitchen
Blood in the hall
Blood on the mantle
Blood on the stalks
Of flowers from birthdays
Buds of romance
Blood for the heart
Blood from the dance
And you
Come to me
With a face
Full of questions
And you
You just can't see
The answers
Aren't making sense
Anymore
J x
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25y/o songwriter hailing from South London. www.myspace.com/deafyetiband
I took the four walls of your bedroom and painted them in black Covered up the red just like a fuckin heart attack Now send me down and sing me to sleep Darlin, just ignore the stories They aint...
Dead soul eyes Numbed brain the spectre of you a ghostly pain Oil on water iridescent sheen the clearest skies I've ever seen I want my piece I want my slice of cheap Valhalla paradise forgive...
A bloody razor blade cut. And you know she's awake, with her eyes blood shot. She's the girl for you. A hand raised, cold shoulder. You know she's the liar, liar, looking over her shoulder.
Take me down to the bridge by the river, Tell no-body, Drop me into the icy waters, Mourn me.
Jack, and Jill Went up the Hill To fetch a pail of Water What they found Instead, When they lay there In bed, Was a world full of Slaughter 'You wanna go Out?' I asked my Jill and Jill said, 'I don't...
Wrote this long ago, but I tweaked it completely. Gave it new beat.
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