And I swear there's a ghost on this island
And his hands all covered in blood
And my wife inquired understanding
But of course my dear, you can't
She said how can I relate to somebody
Who doesn't speak
I feel like I'm just treading water
Is it the same for you?
Is it the same for you?
Well he comes and he goes so capricious
And his work appears so rushed
Well I love the house that we live in
And I love you all too much
The blood is on your tongue as well as your hands
The blood is on your tongue as well as your hands
The blood is on your tongue as well as your hands
Archaic and content you just wash them off
