Song | Bloodrush |
Artist | Brooke Fraser |
Album | Brutal Romantic |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Something inside you | |
Breaks a little bit when you turn away and in | |
Down beneath the pieces | |
You say you don’t feel a thing | |
It’s atrophy in motion | |
The slowing down of necessary moving parts | |
It wouldn’t be so tragic | |
If it weren’t machinery of the heart | |
You’ve got so much soul | |
You’ve got to get out and prove it to yourself | |
Babe you’ve got so much soul | |
You got so much soul | |
You’re doing a post mortem | |
Of a future you still can have | |
Heed your own warning | |
Those tears in the night | |
Won’t fall in the morning | |
You’ve got so much soul | |
You’ve got to get out and prove it to yourself | |
Babe you’ve got so much soul | |
You got so much soul | |
Can you feel it yet? | |
Like a longed for thaw | |
Feel the blood rush back | |
Feel the frost withdraw | |
Vena cava, veins | |
Broken valves and vows | |
Feel the blood rush back | |
Feel the blood rush out | |
You’ve got so much soul | |
You’ve got to get out and prove it to yourself | |
Babe you’ve got so much soul | |
You got so much soul |
Something inside you | |
Breaks a little bit when you turn away and in | |
Down beneath the pieces | |
You say you don' t feel a thing | |
It' s atrophy in motion | |
The slowing down of necessary moving parts | |
It wouldn' t be so tragic | |
If it weren' t machinery of the heart | |
You' ve got so much soul | |
You' ve got to get out and prove it to yourself | |
Babe you' ve got so much soul | |
You got so much soul | |
You' re doing a post mortem | |
Of a future you still can have | |
Heed your own warning | |
Those tears in the night | |
Won' t fall in the morning | |
You' ve got so much soul | |
You' ve got to get out and prove it to yourself | |
Babe you' ve got so much soul | |
You got so much soul | |
Can you feel it yet? | |
Like a longed for thaw | |
Feel the blood rush back | |
Feel the frost withdraw | |
Vena cava, veins | |
Broken valves and vows | |
Feel the blood rush back | |
Feel the blood rush out | |
You' ve got so much soul | |
You' ve got to get out and prove it to yourself | |
Babe you' ve got so much soul | |
You got so much soul |
Something inside you | |
Breaks a little bit when you turn away and in | |
Down beneath the pieces | |
You say you don' t feel a thing | |
It' s atrophy in motion | |
The slowing down of necessary moving parts | |
It wouldn' t be so tragic | |
If it weren' t machinery of the heart | |
You' ve got so much soul | |
You' ve got to get out and prove it to yourself | |
Babe you' ve got so much soul | |
You got so much soul | |
You' re doing a post mortem | |
Of a future you still can have | |
Heed your own warning | |
Those tears in the night | |
Won' t fall in the morning | |
You' ve got so much soul | |
You' ve got to get out and prove it to yourself | |
Babe you' ve got so much soul | |
You got so much soul | |
Can you feel it yet? | |
Like a longed for thaw | |
Feel the blood rush back | |
Feel the frost withdraw | |
Vena cava, veins | |
Broken valves and vows | |
Feel the blood rush back | |
Feel the blood rush out | |
You' ve got so much soul | |
You' ve got to get out and prove it to yourself | |
Babe you' ve got so much soul | |
You got so much soul |