מילים לשיר Blood From The Beating Heart – 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 You try to rise to her level, you sit back down and it feels
She holds the neck of the bottle, her every thought is a riddle
To a mouth where the feelings start
Like a north wind teasin' your body again
Like a slow day makin' its way in the dark
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
Like a slow day makin' its way in the dark
Invites you to swim in the river and leaves you under the earth
Like a north wind freezin' your body again
To a mouth where the feelings start
To a mouth where the feelings start
Rush out like the blood from the beating heart
Like a north wind, like a slow day Rush out like the blood from the beating heart Submitted by Michael Hack.