Colorbloods

Brooke Waggoner

One teaspoon of howlin' at the moon
 Two cups full of morning gloom
 A pinch of thought
 My heart is wracked and rot
 Gently blend, you wish that you had not
 Oh you wish that you had not
 you wish that you had not

 Colorbloods, that's what we were
 Sparkling ones, that's what we were

 A half a pound of fever-lovin' bound
 A single ounce of wiltin' in the ground
 Salt from tears for heartache through your years
 Mix and stir, you wish you would not fear
 Oh you wish you would not fear
 you wish you would not fear

 Colorbloods, that's what we were
 Sparkling ones, that's what we were

 Colorbloods we were
 Oh yeh, colorbloods we were