she´s got a window,
it´s got a small frame,
she´s got a view,
of what she always sees,
what she believes is there,
but there´s blood in the basement,
blood in the alley,
there´s blood on her hands,
she can´t see.

he´s got mirror,
a crack in his door,
he peers through to see,
the world is ugly,
but there´s nothing he can do about it.

the hole in the roof,
these crumbling walls,
this house is falling apart,
there´s nothing we can do,
nothing we can do.

if there´s blood in the basement,
blood in the alley,
there´s blood on our hand,
we can´t see.

no i can´t see,
no it´s not safe,
and no i´m not proud of this blood.

there´s heat in my mouth,
there´s blood in my veins,
my love.

there´s heat in my mouth,
blood in my veins,
my love.

oh there´s heat in my mouth,
there´s blood in my veins,
my love.

oh there´s heat in my mouth,
there´s blood in my veins,
my love.