Colorbloods - Brooke Waggoner

One teaspoon of howlin' at the moon

Two cups full of morning gloom

A pinch of thought

My heart is wracked and rot

Gently blend, you wish that you had not

Oh you wish that you had not

You wish that you had not

Colorbloods, that’s what we were

Sparkling ones, that’s what we were

A half a pound of fever-lovin' bound

A single ounce of wiltin' in the ground

Salt from tears for heartache through your years

Mix and stir, you wish you would not fear

Oh you wish you would not fear

You wish you would not fear

Colorbloods, that’s what we were

Sparkling ones, that’s what we were

Colorbloods we were

Oh yeh, colorbloods we were