Blood On My Hands (Album Version)

Blood On My Hands (Album Version)

The Sundays

when people say it's sad
you know it can't be bad
and on any other day I'd be soul destroyed
but now I can't afford to listen to a word they say
and of all the times we had
o the ultimate late night
didn't taste right
true words that I should know

blood on my hands
when you looked around I couldn't be found
a crime's a crime, I'll have to pay

now I find that I'm thigh deep
too young for the worst of my mind
you whispered behind me
"if I may make so bold"
call it young & wild
but I ran a mile in a minute and there's no going back
true words that I should know

blood on my hands
when you looked around I couldn't be found
a crime's a crime, I'll have to pay

true words I said to myself
as the wind chilled my bones
"home alone, you call that a late night?"
when people say you're dead
you know you caught their eye
and on any other day I'd be soul destroyed
but that's just not the way now

I don't mind telling you
nothing is quite what it seems
true words that I should know
must have been blood on my hands
when you look around I couldn't be found
a crime's a crime but I don't mind
true words that I should know well
but surely by now I could say to myself
"the days are getting longer so I better get stronger fast"
surely by now?

Written by DAVID GAVURIN, HARRIET WHEELER
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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