Bad Blood

The hole in the floor boards The cot near the front door The moon was gone from sight the World was dark as nightmares You took all my fears and You wrapped them in wonders But there's no magic inside the moon It's just a rock you can't reach I was never the sharp knife But I was never the dull mind I was somewhere in between A thorn an acquiescent So you said it was for me When you tried to break me Well you can save your breath I know, I'm not the kind you pray for Took a river of bad blood But now I see where we came from Can't grow a proper branch when Half the trunk is rotten And you swore that it hurt you While pushing your knife through Well you can save your breath I know, we're not the kind you'll pray for