Your Love Smells Like Blood
Your love smells like blood
Your love tastes like a blade
Your love looks like an empty bottle
But your love feels like heaven, baby
We could have missed the manic dream
Of our sleepless night in a broken beam
I didn't know that the light would show
The death of a shallow dream
You crept inside the space between my walls
You showed me the sound of your breathless fall
We said damn it to God and praise Father John
Night turned to day and did not fall
After twelve hours, you left my bed
I looked in the mirror
And I bled bright red
Your love smells like blood
Your love tastes like a blade
Your love looks like an empty bottle
But your love feels like heaven, baby
We stole the perfect time
And you found a place inside my mind
Old music plays
And our hearts start to rage in double time
You lit a flare and turned dark to light
Burst into flames when you came to sight
We said damn it to God and praise Father John
Night turned a day and did not fall
After twelve hours, you left my bed
A bite from your spider
I bled bright red
Your love smells like blood
Your love tastes like a blade
Your love looks like an empty bottle
But your love feels like heaven, baby
Your love tastes like a blade
Your love looks like an empty bottle
But your love feels like heaven, baby
We could have missed the manic dream
Of our sleepless night in a broken beam
I didn't know that the light would show
The death of a shallow dream
You crept inside the space between my walls
You showed me the sound of your breathless fall
We said damn it to God and praise Father John
Night turned to day and did not fall
After twelve hours, you left my bed
I looked in the mirror
And I bled bright red
Your love smells like blood
Your love tastes like a blade
Your love looks like an empty bottle
But your love feels like heaven, baby
We stole the perfect time
And you found a place inside my mind
Old music plays
And our hearts start to rage in double time
You lit a flare and turned dark to light
Burst into flames when you came to sight
We said damn it to God and praise Father John
Night turned a day and did not fall
After twelve hours, you left my bed
A bite from your spider
I bled bright red
Your love smells like blood
Your love tastes like a blade
Your love looks like an empty bottle
But your love feels like heaven, baby
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Writer(s): James Zemer
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