Third Eye Blind – The Dying Blood Lyrics
Talk about sex
It sounds like violence, it sounds like harm
Rugged to a fault with the combat charm
You could never hear me though
A dying blood
How I feel and say, feel and say typically
Here I am moved by the people who reject me
But I can’t be fucked to tell
Or give up the search to find it
A dying blood
(A dying blood)
I feel slick and clean like the city after rain
Like New York City, back to life again
Like that painting in Paris when we could do anything
Can you remind me
How to squeeze?
Get through to you
A bar with my beer
A dying blood
Can we get in a rush again
To tell the truth and find a moment in a photo booth?
Can you teach me how?
Can you remind me?
A dying blood
That’s burning and broken, sick in the sky
Turns to color of piss, I mean dead ash sky
Vaseline all ...