Primitive Radio Gods - Blood From The Beating Heart lyrics

She counted holes with a shovel. She won And when she Like a north wind freezin Like a slow day makin 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 Like a slow day makin 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 Like a slow day makin 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