Foals - Blue Blood

You've got the blood
on your hands
I think it's my own
We can go down
onto the streets
and follow the shores
Of all the people
we could be two
Then I bite my nails
to the clip
run back home
You've got the blood
on your hands
I know it's my own
You came at me
in the middle of the night
to show me my soul
Of all the people
I hoped it'd be you
To come and free me
take me away
To show me my home
Where I was born
Where I belong
You've got the blood
on your hands
I want you to know
I hoped that you'd come
and take me away
back to my home
Of all the people
it had to be you
Then I bite my
nails to the clip
run back home
You showed me
Where to go
To my home
To my home
So take me
Through the road
That you know
To my home
You've got the blood
on your hands
I know it's my own
You came at me
in the middle of the night
to show me my soul
You showed me
Where to go
To my home
To my home
So take me
Through the roads
That you know
Come and help me accept it
affect it protect it
Come and help me accept it
it's always my home
Come and help me accept it
effect it protect it
Come and help me accept it
it's always my home
You showed me
Where to go
To my home
To my home
So take me
Through the roads
That you know
Where you know
Where to go
To my home
So take me
Through the roads
That you know
Where you know
You showed me
Where to go
To my home
Come and help me
Come and help me
You've got the blood
on your hands
I know it's my own
We can go down
onto the streets
and follow the shores
Of all the people
I hoped it'd be you
You showed me
my way back home
To where I was born
Where I belong
Where I belong