Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Bowl Collecting Blood, artist - Emmy The Great. Album song First Love, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 09.08.2009
Record label: Close Harbour
Song language: English
A Bowl Collecting Blood |
Home is where I thought I was |
I must have been asleep. |
I saw you picking fists of red and green |
And some of them you keep, |
And some you throw away |
You always were a waste |
You take more than you need |
And now I’m |
Afraid to close my eyes, |
The air is full of ice. |
Reminds me of the winter in your smile. |
You looked for what was his |
Took what he would give |
Played 'till you were tired, |
And when you had enough |
You threw him out in the cold like a hair coming off of a brush |
When you were finished you know he was nobody else’s to love |
And I remember he told me every time you touched, |
Your skin was like |
A bowl collecting blood. |
I know he’s gone. |
I know he went away |
I know he couldn’t take |
The sight of all those bodies in your wake |
You’re pretty like a snake |
You’re pretty like the ground |
'cause once you pull them in |
You know they’re never coming out |
So shake another hip |
And then you take another scalp |
And they go out in the cold like the hair coming off of a brush |
When you are finished you know they are nobody else’s to love |
And I remember he told me that every time that you touched |
Your skin |
Was like a bowl collecting blood. |