Was there once something so pure That left me whole and precious? But now, broken, wondering Why this new ingredient? Everything I crave I become Everything I left forgotten Everything I love I become 'Cause that's what happens when you reach the bottom
Where does the blood go? It runs away from broken lives Where does the blood go? It runs away from broken lives There's an ugly crowd here beside me They specialise in violations Once they numbered only a handful
Grew out the ashes of what we had good There'll be another awkward scene tonight Quickly averting our eyes When we see what there is left of
Our love hangs here beside us From it's feet, twitching, desperate The juice that splash our white boots Now they're matted and confused There'll be another ugly scene tonight As we refuse to accept the obvious We panic and jump up and down Trying to suck those last breaths