Blood On My Hands

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?