And when she?s caught in the middle, she pulls away and it feels
Like a north wind freezin? your body again
Like a slow day makin? its way in the dark
To a mouth where the feelings start
Rush out like the blood from the beating heart

She holds the neck of the bottle, her every thought is a riddle
You try to rise to her level, you sit back down and it feels
Like a north wind teasin? your body again
Like a slow day makin? its way in the dark
To a mouth where the feelings start
Rush out like the blood from the beating heart
The blood from the beating heart
The blood from the beating heart

A strange and delicate creature who only lives if you love her
Invites you to swim in the river and leaves you under the earth
Like a north wind freezin? your body again
Like a slow day makin? its way in the dark
To a mouth where the feelings start
Rush out like the blood from the beating heart
Like a north wind, like a slow day
To a mouth where the feelings start
Rush out like the blood from the beating heart


Submitted by Michael Hack