Young Blood (Stripped Down Version)

Young Blood (Stripped Down Version) - Norah Jones (諾拉·瓊斯)

I'll pretend

My heart's not on fire

If you steal

My true love's name

Broke down subway in this city of spires

Tape your picture over his in the frame

We'll imagine we're sleeping revolvers

Shotgun wedding in a strange soho

Our chambers hold silvery collars

Gun down werewolves wherever we go

We gun down werewolves wherever we go

Midnight phone calls in the back of a Mustang

Creased white pages torn right from the spine

Kissed my neck with a crooked cracked fang

You always hoped one day you'd be mine

Threw our fathers on funeral pyres

I'm not sure we were playing a game

Busted gasket in a field full of liars

No one noticed we set five boroughs aflame

No one noticed we set five boroughs aflame

Young blood

Young bone

Old ghosts

Go home

Band of gold with a diamond implied

You wrote letters that you never sent

I made promises I'll always deny

Now we'll never know what the other meant

Watch is ticking like a heartbeat gone berserk

Lost the chance to wind the key

Roosters are nothing but clucking clockwork

Our fears are only what we tell them to be

Our fears are only what we tell them to be

Drown the last of our matches

Burn the rest of each other

You were strongest when I ached for breath

Through the thick of smoke we'll finally smother

Young blood

Young bone

Old ghosts

Go home

Young blood

Young bone

Old ghosts

Go home

Young blood

Young bone

Old ghosts

Go home

Young blood

Young bone

Old ghosts

Go home

Young blood

Young bone

Old ghosts

Go home