Young Blood
- Norah Jones (2009)You are listening to the song Young Blood by Norah Jones, writer by Norah Jones in album The Fall. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
I'll pretend my heart's not on fire
If you steal my true love's name
Broke down subway in this city of spires
Tape your picture over his in the frame.
We'll imagine we're sleeping revolvers
Shotgun wedding in a strange SoHo
Our chambers hold silvery collars
Gun down werewolves wherever we go
We gun down werewolves wherever we go.
Midnight phone calls in the back of a Mustang
Creased white pages torn right from the spine
Kissed my neck with a crooked, cracked fang
You always hoped one day you'd be mine.
Threw our fathers on funeral pyres
I'm not sure we were playing a game
Busted gasket in a field full of liars
No one noticed we set five boroughs aflame
No one noticed we set five boroughs aflame.
Young blood, young bone
Old ghosts go home.
Band of gold with a diamond implied
You wrote letters that you never sent
I made promises I'll always deny
Now we'll never know what the other meant.
Watch is ticking like a heartbeat gone berserk
Lost the chance to wind the key
Roosters are nothing but clucking clockwork
Our fears are only what we tell them to be
Our fears are only what we tell them to be.
Drown the last of our matches
Burn the rest of each other
You were strongest when I ached for breath
Through the thick of smoke we'll finally smother.
Young blood, young bone
Old ghosts go home
Young blood, young bone
Old ghosts go home.
Young blood, young bone
Old ghosts go home
Young blood, young bone
Old ghosts go home.
Young blood, young bone
Old ghosts go home
Young blood, young bone.
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