Blood on the Snow

歌曲 Blood on the Snow
歌手 Horse Feathers
专辑 Words Are Dead

歌词

Painless ghosts,
Of which she knows,
The smell in her clothes,
The smell in her nose.
There's blood on the snow.
Bring your love,
It's on your tongue,
It's on your roads,
And in your toes.
There's blood on the snow.
Tuesday's violence,
We're alone.
Into their beds they approach their doom.
Their heads, their lips, their chests, their hips, they walk.
Them bones they move, they talk.
Their bones they bleed they rot.
Their tones they're forged, they're wrought,
Into what they're not.