Song | Blood on the Snow |
Artist | Horse Feathers |
Album | Words Are Dead |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Painless ghosts, | |
Of which she knows, | |
The smell in her clothes, | |
The smell in her nose. | |
There's blood on the snow. | |
Bring your love, | |
It's on your tongue, | |
It's on your roads, | |
And in your toes. | |
There's blood on the snow. | |
Tuesday's violence, | |
We're alone. | |
Into their beds they approach their doom. | |
Their heads, their lips, their chests, their hips, they walk. | |
Them bones they move, they talk. | |
Their bones they bleed they rot. | |
Their tones they're forged, they're wrought, | |
Into what they're not. |