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