Blood From A Beating Heart Lyrics - White Hot Peach - Primitive Radio Gods

she can't dig 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 

[chorus] 

like a north wind breezin' your body again 

like a slow day makin' it's way in the dark 

to a mouth where the feelings start 

rushing out like the blood from a beating heart 

she holds the neck of the bottle 

her every thought is a riddle 

you try to rise to the level 

you sink back down and it feels 

[chorus] 

a strange and delicate creature 

who only lives if you love her 

invites you to swim in her river 

and leaves you under the earth 

[chorus] 

like a north wind 

like a slow say 

to a mouth where the feelings start 

rushing out like the blood from a beating heart.