Tekstovi: The Gits. Precious Blood.

There are these things I want the most

But they are usually one step furthest from my reach

Oh, but they always stand close enough

To take me to the next fuckin drink



Cause when it cuts, it really does

My soul spills the blood

Don't know how long it's gonna take

But I'm gonna need a little more one day



Sometimes, I just want to know

Faster than my precious blood will let me roll

Is it real or, tell me, is it wrong

To keep these dreams strongest in my mind?



Cause when it cuts, it just gets deeper baby

Like when I go to touch you,

You're the furthest from me

Don't know how long it's gonna take

But I'm gonna get me get me get a little more one day



Oh, it's laying tired in me, it does

And when I see it there it makes me wanna...

It's laying tired in me, it does, when I see it there

It's all I can do to stare it in the face



Even the hours hold heavy on me

Even the hours just hold the pain

And even the times get heavy, little weak

Even the hours just hold the pain, there is no gain

All in all it comes back to me



With every sip of poison that I taste

It's only hurting me and nobody else

When it lies to me, it's the strongest in my mind



Cause when it cuts, it just gets deeper baby

Like when I go to touch you,

You're the furthest from me

Don't know how long it's gonna take

But I 'm gonna get me

Get me

A little more one day