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.