Testo Blood

She's got a window It's got a small frame She's got a view Of what she always sees What she believes is there But there's blood in the basement Blood in the alley There's blood on her hands she can't see He's got mirror, a crack in his door He peers through to see The world is ugly But there's nothing he can do about it The hole in the roof These crumbling walls This house is falling apart There's nothing we can do, nothing we can do If there's blood in the basement Blood in the alley There's blood on our hand we can't see No, I can't see No, it's not safe And no, I'm not proud of this blood There's heat in my mouth There's blood in my veins My love