[Verse 1]
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, no
And of all the times we had
Oh, the ultimate late night
Didn't taste right
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Bridge]
True words I said to myself
As the wind chilled my bones
"Home alone, you call that a late night?"
Listen to ya
Listen to ya
[Verse 3]
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, so
[Chorus]
True words that I should know
Must have been blood on my hands
But it fades away the famous day
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?
Blood On My Hands was written by Harriet Wheeler & David Gavurin.
Blood On My Hands was produced by Dave Anderson & Harriet Wheeler & David Gavurin.
The Sundays released Blood On My Hands on Mon Oct 19 1992.