Primitive Radio Gods
Blood from a Beating Heart
She counted holes with a shovel. She won't shake hands with the devilAnd when she's caught in the middle, she pulls away and it feelsLike a north wind freezin' your body againLike a slow day makin' its way in the darkTo a mouth where the feelings startRush out like the blood from the beating heartShe holds the neck of the bottle, her every thought is a riddleYou try to rise to her level, you sit back down and it feelsLike a north wind teasin' your body againLike a slow day makin' its way in the darkTo a mouth where the feelings startRush out like the blood from the beating heartThe blood from the beating heartThe blood from the beating heartA strange and delicate creature who only lives if you love herInvites you to swim in the river and leaves you under the earthLike a north wind freezin' your body againLike a slow day makin' its way in the darkTo a mouth where the feelings startRush out like the blood from the beating heartLike a north wind...Like a slow day...To a mouth where the feelings startRush out like the blood from the beating heart
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