Blood - Equador, Bo Bruce

Taste the Blood in my spit\nBetween the cracks of my lips\nSomething’s drumming a warning\nPull me over your skin\nBruise me so I can feel\nWe lie awake ‘til the morning\nI’m not afraid of what it feels like\nI’m not afraid of it at all\nLet my fingertips trace\nThe shadows over your face\nWe twist and turn in the twilight\nStill the aura can move\nThe sun creeps into the room\nSomething’s breaking the silence\nI’m not afraid of what it feels like\nI’m not afraid of it at all\nOh, how far does this road go?\nIt’s never ending\nThis is how it starts\nDon’t know where it goes\nThis is how it is\nNever let me go\nWhen something beautiful died\nYou held me down ‘til I cried\nI couldn’t move without burning\nThe covers over my head\nGrazed my skin ‘til it bled\nUntil the seasons were turning\nI’m not afraid of what it feels like\nI’m not afraid of it at all\nOh, how far does this road go?\nIt’s never ending\nThis is how it starts\nDon’t know where it goes\nThis is how it is\nNever let me go\nThis is how it starts\nThis is how it starts\nThis is how it starts\nDon’t know where it goes\nThis is how it is\nNever let me go\nOh, how far does this road go?\nIt’s never ending\nThis is how it starts\nDon’t know where it goes\nThis is how it is\nNever let me go