Blood

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 hands

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

And 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