Bad Blood

What’s left in the world to hope in?
What’s left in the world to believe in?
I’m coming up short again
What’s left in the world to trust in?
I’m coming up short again
At least I know I can trust
that I can’t trust in anyone
That I can’t hope in anything at all
What should I do when no one understands?
Where should I go when no one understands?
What should I do when no one understands?
Where should I run when no one understands?
And promises made become promises broke
We’re coming up short again
And love is a word that sticks in your throat
We’re coming up short again
At least I know I can trust
that I can’t trust in anyone
That I can’t hope in anything at all
What should I do when no one understands?
Where should I go when no one understands?
What should I do when no one understands?
Where should I run when no one understands?
Bad blood
Bad blood
Bad blood
Bad blood
Bad blood