She’s got a window
It’s got a small frame
She’s got a view
Of what she always sees
What she believes is there
But there’s blood in the basement
Blood in the alley
There’s blood on her hands
She can’t see.

He’s got mirror
A crack in his door
He peers through to see
The world is ugly
But there’s nothing he can do about it.

The hole in the roof
These crumbling walls
This house is falling apart
There’s nothing we can do
Nothing we can do.

If there’s blood in the basement
Blood in the alley
There’s blood on our hand
We can’t see.

No I can’t see
No it’s not safe
And no I’m not proud of this blood.

There’s heat in my mouth
There’s blood in my veins
My love.

There’s heat in my mouth
Blood in my veins
My love.

Oh there’s heat in my mouth
There’s blood in my veins
My love.

Oh there’s heat in my mouth
There’s blood in my veins
My love.




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