In My Blood - Neil Finn

It’s a curious sound

bone collectors rustling leaves on their knees

Many poets in this town

Look high and low for feelings that come and go

Sweeping the past out of their windows and doors

Well I’m not so humble but I’m always on time

Believing what is left behind

all the shades and echoes of my life

are in my blood

In my blood… feelings are lasting

In my blood… they never go away

In my blood… end up in a place

Somewhere where you don’t have to miss it all

The flavour on my tongue,

In my blood… the fall of winter sun

In my blood… the sparkle in your eyes

In my blood… the moment when I die

I’m hoping that I won’t have to miss it all

Reincarnate, how I wish that I could come back again,

How I wish that I could do this again

Melancholy beats my heart

Her cries mistaken for the sound of loneliness

There are far too many stars

On the earth there is but two of us

Gingerly down there for my hand is a thief

I’m bound to fumble when the moment is right

As another one is lost its a kind of release

And it’s coming to me with a sense of relief

In my blood… feelings are lasting

In my blood… they never go away

In my blood… end up in a place,

somewhere that you don’t have to miss it all

the flavour on my tongue,

In my blood… the fall of winter sun

In my blood… the sparkle in your eye,

In my blood… the moment when I die

I’m praying that I won’t have to miss it all

Reincarnate, how I wish that I could come back again

How I wish that I could do this again

Reincarnate, how I wish that I could come back again

How I wish that I could do this again

You’re in my blood, in my blood, in my blood.