Blood From The Beating Heart lyrics ( Primitive Radio Gods )
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Artist : Primitive Radio Gods Song : Blood From The Beating Heart
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
Submitted by Michael
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