She counted 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
like a north wind freezin' your body again
like a slow day makin' 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' your body again
like a slow day makin' 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' your body again
like a slow day makin' 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