Your Skin Turns Blue
She counted holes with a shovel. She won&#8217;t shake hands with the devil
And when she&#8217;s caught in the middle, she pulls away and it feels
Like a north wind freezin&#8217; your body again
Like a slow day makin&#8217; 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&#8217; your body again
Like a slow day makin&#8217; 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&#8217; your body again
Like a slow day makin&#8217; 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 Hack