Dark Red Blood

I saw my red blood on a pure white bag
The card I carried beyond my outstretched hand
Saw a pair of Vans and a bull mastiff
A cigarette stubbed out in the snowdrift
Heard a chirp of grouse and a clop of hooves
And from a distance, the M62

For Heaven's sake, this town
A butcher's gown
A thousand-year frown
I was on my way to tell you my heart
Is fillin' with love for you

Never been to Manchester, York, or Leeds
For you, the next valley's another country
From my horrors until vantage point, I see your name
On this street sign, Old Syke's Lane

For fuck's sake, this town
The Rose and the Crown
The green and the brown
As I lay there in the snow
All I could see was you getting reckless for your baby

I say to someone who's done good
"There's someone tryin' to be good."
I say to someone who does good
"There's someone tryin' to be good."
Yeah...
Oh, yeah...
Yeah...
Oh, yeah...