Blood Song

Things look far away
And you haven't felt awake
For days and days and days and days

Who can say what's really real
When there's a veil between
What you kind of see and what you kind of feel?

How much do these summers cost?
Do you need a little break, a couple weeks away?
Somebody there to take your vitals
Conveniently while you're on the phone with me

Well, that's what I call fucking timing
And you'll hang up when you're good and you're ready
Leaves me driving through a wild Northwest storm
That feels put on for me and my girl

We gotta get to Portland
We're gonna do real good for 'em
We're gonna do real good for 'em

But for now we see the forest weep instead of me
The forest weep instead of me
And I can't explain a sudden need
For the passenger's seat and sleep

And then I heard about the blood
I heard about the blood

And I can't be enough when we are not in love
But I'm picturing your mother
I'm picturing your mother
I'm picturing your mother

For now we see the forest weep instead of me
The forest weep instead of me

How much do these summers cost?
Do you need a little break?
A couple weeks, a couple of weeks away
You and me

We got a bell to ring
We got a bell to ring
We got a bell, we got a bell
We got a bell to ring