Heartbreaking bravery exists When you were next to the wild animals I was the baby still on the tit Now I want your sex But I am not the fox With blood stained lips Standing over the kill Oh, but, babe, I’m afraid you are the kill
Heartbreaking bravery exists When you run with the razor sharp When you run with the silver quick When you see names of angels on the back of your eyelids That look like they were carved in a fit of violence By those you call exclusively yours And when you call exclusively angels to your windowsill Oh, then, babe, I’m afraid, you are the kill
I’ve got the blood and the cause to bleed Because I’ve got the blood, but not the blood lust you need I’ve got the blood and the cause to bleed Because I’ve got the blood, but not the blood lust you need