Blood - Charlie Simpson

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 know

I think we know that's a lie

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 the tears I've weeped

Blood

Blood's on my hands

Blood is my treasure

For which I must pay

Blood

It's filled with deceit

Each time we meet

We give ourselves away

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 know

I think we know that's a lie

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 the tears I've weeped

Blood is on our hands

And all I can do is just

Wait for you to come 'round

And save me

My my

You told me that you tried

But looking at you know

I think we know that a lie

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 the tears I've weeped