Vows slipped like the trail of a dress And sunlight treated like an unwanted guest There's blood in my voice, your name pressed to my lips, you know it You're in my blood Delicate as an open wound We sip cold coffee sheets stripped to ribbons around the room There's blood in my voice, your name pressed to my lips, you know it You're in my blood You're on my lips I taste your name smell of the smoke to calm my blood Scent of the rain and dieing flowers open window daylight hours you're on My lips I feel your hands swallow the smoke to calm my blood scent of the Rain and dieing flowers open window daylight hours You're in my blood