Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song There Must Be More Than Blood, artist - Car Seat Headrest. Album song Making a Door Less Open, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 30.04.2020
Record label: Matador
Song language: English
There Must Be More Than Blood |
I saw, I saw, I saw, I saw, I saw, I saw |
I saw, I saw |
I saw, I saw you, I saw you |
On the magazine cover, with your |
Blue-white eyes |
Read it from cover to cover |
Looking for ya |
But these are not my people here |
I think you know that |
Nervous like a wild dog |
Waiting for the attack |
I was living in the delta |
Wasting most of my time |
You know if I could close the blinds right |
I could sleep all through the night |
But I’ve seen the tides are rising |
Where once there was a shore |
I can still remember houses |
Stripped to the floor |
There must be more than blood |
That holds us together |
There must be more than wind |
That takes us away |
There must be more than tears |
When they pull back the curtain |
Of this much I am certain |
When you’re down for a while trying to get dried out |
You feel the time pass by but you don’t look around |
When you’re out for a while trying to get dried out |
You feel the time pass by but you don’t look around |
You were playing your music but you got drowned out |
You go back to the old house but you’ve been locked out |
And it wasn’t for love that you went back home |
It was the guilt in your throat like you swallowed a bone |
They had all of your life to get it right |
They had all of that time just to change their minds |
And you’re grateful for the bus, it’s a place to sit down |
Like a spider in the winter trying not to be found |
No use trying to heal when you’re getting stepped on |
No use selling your soul when you’re getting passed on |
How could they treat you like a forgotten card? |
Dear dad, I’m sorry |
Thank you very much |
What difference does it make when they throw you away? |
Is anybody ever gonna hear what you had to say? |
I was flying on a red-eye |
My hand dropped to the aisle |
I could see myself clearly |
For the first time in a while |
There was nothing but lines |
Nothing but outlines |
My gut sank like a stone |
But I heard another voice say |
«We all walk alone» |
There must be more than blood |
That holds us together |
There must be more than wind |
That takes us away |
There must be more than tears |
When they pull back the curtain |
There must be more than fear |
Oh, there must be more than blood |
That holds us together |
There must be more than wind |
That takes us away |
There must be more than tears |
When they pull back the curtain |
There must be more than fear |
There must be more, there must be more, there must be |
Must be more, there must be more, there must be |
There must be more, there must be more, there must be |