Blood From The Beating Heart (Primitive Radio Gods)

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' it's 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' it's 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' it's 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