Bloodrush - Brooke Fraser

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

Babe you got so much soul

So much, so much

So much, so much

So much, so much (Feel the blood rush back yeah)

So much, so much (Feel the blood rush out)

So much, so much (You've got so much soul)

So much, so much (You've got so much soul)

So much, so much (You've got so much soul)

So much, so much (You've got so much soul)

So much, so much (You got so much soul)

So much, so much (You got so much soul)

So much, so much (You got so much soul)

So much, so much (You got so much soul)