She Counted Holes With A Shovel. She Won't Shake Hands With The Devil

And When She's Caught In The Middle, She Pulls Away And It Feels

Like A North Wind Freezin' Your Body Again

Like A Slow Day Makin' Its Way In The Dark

To A Mouth Where The Feelings Start

Rush Out Like The Blood From The Beating Heart



She Holds The Neck Of The Bottle, Her Every Thought Is A Riddle

You Try To Rise To Her Level, You Sit Back Down And It Feels

Like A North Wind Teasin' Your Body Again

Like A Slow Day Makin' Its Way In The Dark

To A Mouth Where The Feelings Start

Rush Out Like The Blood From The Beating Heart

The Blood From The Beating Heart

The Blood From The Beating Heart



A Strange And Delicate Creature Who Only Lives If You Love Her

Invites You To Swim In The River And Leaves You Under The Earth

Like A North Wind Freezin' Your Body Again

Like A Slow Day Makin' Its Way In The Dark

To A Mouth Where The Feelings Start

Rush Out Like The Blood From The Beating Heart

Like A North Wind...Like A Slow Day...

To A Mouth Where The Feelings Start

Rush Out Like The Blood From The Beating Heart



Submitted By Michael Hack