Text: Death From Above. Blood on Our Hands.

I'm leaving while you turn away
In the basement that's where I'm gonna stay
There is blood in all the things I say
Will you hate me if I stay this way?

From the bedroom where we're running from
There's a sequel to the things I've done
You're a woman we both know it's true
But the things that I've done to you

There is blood on, on the shoes you wore
From the paper you were stepping on
There is blood in all the things you say
I won't hate you if you go away

I'm leaving while you turn away
In the basement that's where I'm gonna stay
From the bedroom where we're running from
There's a sequel to the things I've done

Bring it back to, bring back to
Bring it back to, bring back to

There is blood on, on the shoes you wore
From the paper you were stepping on
There is blood in all the things you say
I won't hate you if you go away

Bring it back to, bring back to
Bring it back to, bring back to