The Mourning After/Private Bleeding

(album: The Killing Kind - 1996)

What you say
Coming into something that leave you empty, something so strong
What you play
Coming outta nothing that leave you bleeding bleeding so long
Can you feel my hand on your shoulder?
Can you feel yourself growing colder?
Something outta nothing a private bleeding bleeding gone wrong

Where you gone man
Everything or nothing the price to find out where you belong
Did you feel your light growing dimmer?
Did you feel your soul growing thinner?
Something outta nothing a private bleeding bleeding gone wrong
Something outta nothing

I scream through one sided conversation
As simplicity descends to dash the complication
I explode with self inflicted wounds
I explode, a self inflicted fool
And now

I bleed through the mourning after
I bleed so you will believe

I bleed

Bleed through the mourning after
You know I'd take you with me if I could
If I could