The Streets are filled with Blood
This Lovely Summer's Day,
I look back to my whiskey Glass
To Wash it all Away.
People crying through the night -
Missiles flying through the Sky;
The only things that make
Tears well in your eyes.
Chorus : And we all see the scarlet stains
Upon her snow white hands
But we all turn our heads
And look the other way.
We all turn our weary heads,
The Preacher starts to pray.
If you had another chance,
How would you live your life ?
Would you hate your Brother,
Would you beat your wife ?
Chorus : And we all see the scarlet stains
Upon her snow white hands
But we all turn our heads
And look the other way.
We all turn our weary heads,
The Preacher starts to pray.
When everything is gone,
And all is said and done,
I hope you will remember
That you're my only one ...
Chorus : And we all see the scarlet stains
Upon her snow white hands
But we all turn our heads
And look the other way.
We all turn our weary heads,
The Preacher starts to pray.