Buring Blood - The Locals

Took a lonely feeling just to let them in, and sink like the sun goes down Never close to heaven Feel my feet were burning from the cigarette on the ground There's blood on my hands, there's blood on my hands Yeah, there's blood It's getting hard to listen when the clock is ticking Counting down the days gone by Praying for an answer to another question that will leave you dry You won't understand, with your head in the sand No, you won't But I'll curse the ground where you kneel Till I grow my hair to my heels Spike your water, your wine While you waste my precious time Every time I drink, and try to stop my thinking About the things I said and done Stop the world from turning faster Then I'm learning not to just hide, and run You won't understand, with your head in the sand No, you won't, yeah Love came, and went faster than a penny's bend in this hot machine Nowhere near the devil just somewhere in between you, and me Sworn to secrecy And I'll curse the ground where you kneel Till I grow my hair to my heels Spike your water, your wine There's blood on my hands, there's blood on my hands There's blood on my hands, there's blood on my hands Yeah, there's blood There's blood on my hands, yeah, there's blood Took a lonely feeling just to let them in, and sink like the sun goes down Never close to heaven, feel my feet were burning from the cigarette on the ground

I bite the hand 'cause this hands feeds off me Devoid of emotion, it lives to cheat Ignorance is bliss, and respect I gave you Friend you did claim this Too bad you can't speak the truth Give respect 'Cause the rule is blood for blood Beatings are what you'll inherit this time Fist Bait, your new name Your pain is my shrine Pulverize and break Determination Pleasure I negate Your pain brings me salvation Give respect 'Cause the rule is blood for blood I was born of tension Anger came from frustration I can't back down from aggression Some hard knocks taught me this lesson Give respect 'Cause the rule is blood for blood Give respect 'Cause the rule is blood for blood.

I wanna go somewhere we can keep it on the left side And get our heads right, over some Mai Tai's Watching the high tide Sitting fireside under the moon Honey, I ain't the jealous type, I'll just sit back and smile And let the sun switch on you Weatherman tells us no worries on the telly And there's nothing that I wouldn't do Then be at a low-key, locals only Little bamboo run down, rum shack Just you and me baby, nobody can phone me Yeah, we're way off the grid, no we don't need a map 'Cause I know this island like I know your curves I done found myself at the edge of the earth Where nobody knows me And we're never lonely Locals only Locals only Yeah, I wanna pick up a couple cups of coffee on the West side Bring it back to your bedside Plant a forehead kiss above your left eye Waiting on a red sky fire through the door No you ain't seen rise 'til you seen it on the island And you ain't felt freedom 'til you've taken a dive in the crystal blue And that sea-foam green, under a Sherpa canopy you'll find me At a low-key, locals only Little bamboo run down, rum shack Just you and me baby, nobody can phone me Yeah, we're way off the grid no we don't need a map 'Cause I know this island like I know your curves I done found myself at the edge of the earth Where nobody knows me And we're never lonely Locals only Locals only Yeah, I can use some catch up time with my creator Yeah, I've got my bags packed, I'll see you later I'll be at a low-key, locals only Little bamboo run down rum shack Just you and me baby, nobody can phone me Yeah, we'll go, and we may never come back 'Cause I know this island like I know your curves I done found myself at the edge of the earth Where nobody knows me, and we're never lonely Nobody owns me, and we're never lonely Locals only Locals only Yeah, I wanna go somewhere we can keep it on the left side Get our heads right over some Mai Tai's Watching the high tides Sittin' fireside under the moon Locals only Locals only