Lyrics
There s blood in your hair and a fire to the south, thin as smoke
As the lights are stubbed out in the neighborhood bars, and the well of your heart, full of noone who cares
Don t stay tonight, your skeleton moves in a waltz with the stairs, you re the ghost of the tide
You wander these streets, there s blood in your hair and a fire to the south
your skeleton moves in a waltz with the stairs
There s blood in your hair and a fire to the south, barely exits your mouth
punch-drunk on the stars
you wander these streets
A white candle in this night, to mark of the kill
A white wreath at the cusp of the hill, as the lights are stubbed out in the neighborhood bars
where the blood was spilled
To mark of the kill, where the blood was spilled
Your skeleton moves in a waltz with the stairs, don t stay tonight
don t stay tonight
And i would die twice, barely exits your mouth
You re the ghost of the tide, thin as smoke, if you stayed tonight
punch-drunk on the stars
Barely exits your mouth, there s blood in your hair and a fire to the south
smile broken
And the well of your heart, you wander these streets