Blood From The Beating Heart Lyrics - Singles - Primitive Radio Gods

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