You've got the blood on your hands, I think it's my own. We can go down onto the streets and follow the shores. Of all the people, we could be two. Then I bite my nails to the clip, run back home.
You've got the blood on your hands, I know it's my own. You came at me in the middle of the night to show me my soul. Of all the people, I hoped it'd be you. To come and free me, take me away. To show me my home. Where I was born. Where I belong.