This is where the blood goes
This is where the blood goes
and love songs come to rest:
onto the mountain,
praying for wings;
hold me,
Whoever is out there.
And out of body-bag cocoons
voices sing to Heaven.
This is where the blood goes
and love songs come to rest:
onto the mountain,
praying for wings;
hold me,
Whoever is out there.
And out of body-bag cocoons
voices sing to Heaven.