Blood - Charlie Simpson

Blood

Blood’s on your hands

Blood is no good without a heart to move 'round

Blood

Blood’s on your conscience

And it won’t come off easy, so just take your time

For all of the days that you asked to keep me under

I never thought you would

Well I never knew what to say but you never listened anyway

My my, you told me that you tried

But looking at you now I think we know that that’s a lie

Well oh no just walk away slow

I’m praying for the rain to come back

So long, we have to move on

The harvest was so weak we lost the cotton and the corn

A dry spell, no water in the well

And I am still so weak

From all of the tears I’ve weeped

Blood

Blood’s on my hands

Blood is my treasure of which I must pay

Blood it’s filled with deceit

Each time we meet and give ourselves away

Blood is on our hands

And all can do is just wait

For you to come round

And save me

Blood is on our hands

And all can do is just wait

For you to come round

Praying for the rain to come back

Blood is on your hands

And all can do is just wait

For you to come round

And I’m still so weak

And all I can do is weep