Dry Cleaning

Blood

Dry Cleaning

Secret Love


Blood, blood on my skin and hands and nails
And in my eyes as well
I'm crawling
I'm in an underground bunker
with my computer-controlled flying bomb
It's numbness without end or change

You've shown your arse now
I don't want to see anyone anymore
Schools and hospitals and homes
People are worse than you think
There are people who really don't care
Huh?
My naivety now
Blood on my skin and hands and nails
And in my eyes as well
I try to see

Just really welcoming and really understanding
A really relaxed and open atmosphere
It's usual to put these things to onе side

In my eyes and on my hands as wеll
And in my dreams too, you'll see

The people in the house at the moment are renting
So it's all good, anytime, we can move in

Fickle, so fickle, just exactly fickle
That I can't believe

Pilgrimage, private life, mortality
Deep shock felt in the body
Shot right through my sternum, bounced off my sternum
Off my chest cavity
I fell, I fell and was hit and was blown down by a gale
Crawling, my hands
Well, I've shown my arse now
Blood (On my hands as well)
Blood on my screen
Blood for breakfast (And in my dreams too)
I don't want to see anymore (You'll see)
Doo-doo, do
Doo-doo, do
Do, do
Do, do
Compositores: Florence Shaw, Lewis Maynard, Nick Buxton & Tom Dowse

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