Blood On My Hands — текст песни (Sundays)

when people say it`s sad
you know it can`t be bad
& on any other day I`d be soul destroyed
but now I can`t afford to
listen to a word they say
& of all the times we had
o the ultimate late night
didn`t taste right
true words that I should know
blood on my hands
when you looked around I couldn`t be found
a crime`s a crime
I`ll have to pay
now I find that I`m thigh deep
too young for the worst of my mind
you whispered behind me
if I may make so bold
call it young & wild
but I ran a mile in a minute
& there`s no going back
true words that I should know
blood on my hands
when you looked around I couldn`t be found
a crime`s a crime
I`ll have to pay
true words I said to myself
as the wind chilled my bones
home alone
you call that a late night?
when people say you`re dead
you know you caught their eye
& on any other day I`d be soul destroyed
but that`s just not the way now
I don`t mind telling you
nothing is quite what it seems
true words that I should know
must have been blood on my hands
when you look around I couldn`t be found
a crime`s a crime but I don`t mind
true words that I should know well
but surely by now
I could say to myself
the days are getting longer so
I better get stronger fast
surely by now?