Bloody Hands

Lyrics

I can hear the owl Stunted hands Hissing quite slow Across the frigid snows And pictures of time In an old woman's eye Her hair is made of wood And the moon beneath her feet Barely awake on your snowy wings This having stained your angel's hands With my bloody hands Your chest chills still haunt The cells of my blood And mingling stem frames Are bold celluloid To perch in the trees And ram chimney tops To burn away quite gradual As wet morning fog Barely awake on your snowy wings This having stained your angel's hands With my bloody hands Barely awake on your snowy wings This having stained your angel's hands With my bloody hands Barely awake on your snowy wings This having stained your angel's hands With my bloody hands