Blood on My Hands Songtext
von The Sundays

When people say it′s sad
You know it can't be bad
And on any other day I′d be soul destroyed
But now I can't afford to listen to a word they say, no
And of all the times we had
Oh, the ultimate late night
Didn't taste right

True words that I should know
Blood on my hands
When you looked around I couldn′t be found
A crime′s a crime, I'll have to pay

Now I find that I′m thigh deep
Too young for the worst of my mind
You whispered behind me
"If I may make so bold"
Call it young and wild
But I ran a mile in a minute
And there's no going back


True words that I should know
Blood on my hands
When you looked around I couldn′t be found
A crime's a crime, I′ll have to pay

True words I said to myself
As the wind chilled my bones
"Home alone, you call that a late night?"
Listen to ya
Listen to ya

When people say you're dead
You know you caught their eye
And on any other day I'd be soul destroyed
But that′s just not the way now
I don′t mind telling you
Nothing is quite what it seems, so

True words that I should know
Must have been blood on my hands
But it fades away the famous day
A crime's a crime but I don′t mind
True words that I should know well
But surely by now I could say to myself
"The days are getting longer so I better get stronger fast"
Surely by now?