Из альбома: The 1975
And I swear there's a ghost on this island
And his hands, all covered in blood
And my wife inquired of understanding
But of course my dear, you can't
She said,
"How can I relate to somebody who doesnt speak?"
I feel like I'm just treading water
Is it the same for you?
Is it the same for you?
Well he comes and he goes, so capricious
And his work appears so rushed
Well I love the house that we live in
And I love you all too much
Is it the same for you?
Is it the same for you?
Is it the same for you?
Is it the same for you?
Well criminal and liars - keep it in your cells spill it in mine
And I love the house that we live in
And I love you all too much
Blood is on your tongue as well as your hands
Blood is on your tongue as well as your hands
Blood is on your tongue as well as your hands
Archaic and content you just wash them off
Blood is on your tongue as well as your hands
Archaic and content you just wash them off
Blood is on your tongue as well as your hands
Archaic and content you just wash them off
Blood is on your tongue as well as your hands
Archaic and content you just wash them off
Blood is on your tongue as well as your hands
Archaic and content you just wash them off
Blood is on your tongue as well as your hands
Archaic and content you just wash them off