New Amsterdams The Blood On The Floor
A long time driving for a place to stop
I wander in at quarter to four
No sense remembering what I forgot
Tending to the blood on the floor
Who would you save
Why would you trust
Do you suppose that they’re on to us?
The only way to know for sure…
Take this, promise me you’ll bury it deep
Treat it like you’re digging a grave
You’re the only evidence I want to keep
The only thing that I want to save
And how can you sleep?
And how can I trust whatever you say
Isn’t helping us
Take matters into my own hands
Take me away
See what you’ve done?
You’ve been a fool
And a fragile one
And now I have to lose you, too.
