Blood Moon
I gave my lover fruit to eat
But she left it at her feet
She is always doing that, doing that
She is always doing that
"My God," I said, "I cannot share
And you can't leave it lying there
You are always doing that, doing that
You are always doing that"
And so I
Wonder will those scattered pits
Take root behind your cracking lips
They are always doing that, doing that
They are always doing that
Will cocky runes cement and dwell
To grow within our shackled selves
They are always doing that, doing that
I see flowers doing that
And so I
So, our rotting floor
I am sure you craved me once before
When I think of all the fruit I've found
And how easily you left it on the ground
The hunter's moon was bleeding red
The night you left our thorny bed
You were always, always
You were always
Last night I dreamt I kissed your feet
And held you on our dusty sheets
I am always doing that, doing that
I am always doing that
And so I
And so I
And so I
And so I
So, our rotting floor
I am sure you craved me once before
When I think of all the fruit I've picked
And fed to you, just so you could spit it out
I gave my lover fruit to eat
But she left it at her feet
She is always doing that, doing that
She is always doing that
But she left it at her feet
She is always doing that, doing that
She is always doing that
"My God," I said, "I cannot share
And you can't leave it lying there
You are always doing that, doing that
You are always doing that"
And so I
Wonder will those scattered pits
Take root behind your cracking lips
They are always doing that, doing that
They are always doing that
Will cocky runes cement and dwell
To grow within our shackled selves
They are always doing that, doing that
I see flowers doing that
And so I
So, our rotting floor
I am sure you craved me once before
When I think of all the fruit I've found
And how easily you left it on the ground
The hunter's moon was bleeding red
The night you left our thorny bed
You were always, always
You were always
Last night I dreamt I kissed your feet
And held you on our dusty sheets
I am always doing that, doing that
I am always doing that
And so I
And so I
And so I
And so I
So, our rotting floor
I am sure you craved me once before
When I think of all the fruit I've picked
And fed to you, just so you could spit it out
I gave my lover fruit to eat
But she left it at her feet
She is always doing that, doing that
She is always doing that
Credits
Writer(s): Gemma Catherine Doherty, Morganaigh Margaret Macintyre
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