Warm Like Blood - Then Comes Silence

When the ground gets cold

Frosted grass and spikes of ice

When the light is fading

Crying won’t do no good

Warm like blood

Warm like blood

When the river’s dry

Bed of mud and cracks on grit

When the mind is weary

Crying won’t do no good

Warm like blood

Warm like blood

Warm like blood

Warm like blood

Warm like blood

Warm like blood

When your luck’s run out

And you’re too old to die young

There’s no hand to hold

Crying won’t do no good

Warm like blood

Warm like blood

Warm like blood

Warm like blood

Warm like blood

Warm like blood

Warm like blood

Warm like blood