The Hawks & The Found
Smeared Blood
As the knife cuts through my veins, I feel again.
As You breathe into me, I live again.
As the uncertainties hold my tongue,
I swear to God, tomorrow will be done.
I just want to feel the weight of my own blood
smeared across your arms and racing to your neck.
(Oh how we call this Love)
We call this Love.
(And I will never go back)
I'll never go.
From Letras Mania