Sundays - Blood On My Hands lyrics

When people say it's sad You know it can't be bad And on any other day i'd be soul destroyed But now i can't afford to listen to a word they say And of all the times we had O the ultimate late night Didn't taste right True words that i should know Blood on my hands When you looked around i couldn't be found A crime's a crime, i'll have to pay Now i find that i'm thigh deep Too young for the worst of my mind You whispered behind me "if i may make so bold" Call it young & wild But i ran a mile in a minute and there's no going back True words that i should know Blood on my hands When you looked around i couldn't be found A crime's a crime, i'll have to pay True words i said to myself As the wind chilled my bones "home alone, you call that a late night?" When people say you're dead You know you caught their eye And on any other day i'd be soul destroyed But that's just not the way now I don't mind telling you Nothing is quite what it seems True words that i should know Must have been blood on my hands When you look around i couldn't be found A crime's a crime but i don't mind True words that i should know well But surely by now i could say to myself "the days are getting longer so i better get stronger fast" Surely by now?