Primitive Radio Gods - Blood From A Beating Heart lyrics

She can't dig holes with a shovel She won't shake hands with the devil And when she's caught in the middle She pulls away and it feels [chorus] Like a north wind breezin' your body again Like a slow day makin' it's way in the dark To a mouth where the feelings start Rushing out like the blood from a beating heart She holds the neck of the bottle Her every thought is a riddle You try to rise to the level You sink back down and it feels [chorus] A strange and delicate creature Who only lives if you love her Invites you to swim in her river And leaves you under the earth [chorus] Like a north wind Like a slow say To a mouth where the feelings start Rushing out like the blood from a beating heart.