Horse Feathers Blood On The Snow Lyrics

Painless ghosts
Of which she knows
The smell in her clothes
The smell in her nose
There's blood on the snow

Bring your love
It's on your tongue
It's on your roads
And in your toes
There's blood on the snow

Tuesday's violence
We're alone

Into their beds they approach their doom
Their heads, their lips, their chests, their hips, they walk
Them bones they move, they talk
Their bones they bleed they rot

Their tones they're forged, they're wrought
Into what they're not