Blood On My Hands - The Sundays

When people say it’s sad

You know it can’t be bad

And on any other day I’d be soul destroyed

But now I can’t afford to listen to a word they say

And of all the times we had

Oh 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 and wild

But I ran a mile in a minute and 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

And 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?