Siphon - Zola Jesus

You write a note, we write a eulogy

You drain it out, we clean it up for free

Anything you need, we’re at the door

Just call our name and we’re at the floor

Waiting for the call

'Cause we’d rather clean the blood of a living man

We’d rather lean over, hold your warm, warm hand

We’d love to clean the blood of a living man

We’d hate to see you give into those cold, dark nights inside your head

Was it a lie or did I see the light in your eyes across the table?

Or did you play the part of the listening?

We just want to save you

Pull you from those dark nights

We just want to show you there’s more to life

'Cause we’d rather clean the blood of a living man

We’d rather lean over, hold your warm, warm hand

We’d love to clean the blood of a living man

We’d hate to see you give into those cold, dark nights inside your head

Won’t let you bleed out, can’t let you bleed out

Won’t let you bleed out, can’t let you bleed out

Won’t let you bleed out, can’t let you bleed out

Won’t let you bleed out, can’t let you bleed out

Won’t let you bleed out, can’t let you bleed out

Won’t let you bleed out, can’t let you bleed out

'Cause we’d rather clean the blood of a living man

We’d rather lean over, hold your warm, warm hand

We’d love to clean the blood of a living man

We’d hate to see you give into those cold, dark nights inside your head,

inside your head, inside your head

Won’t let you bleed out, can’t let you bleed out

Won’t let you bleed out, can’t let you bleed out

Won’t let you bleed out, can’t let you bleed out

Won’t let you bleed out, can’t let you bleed out

Won’t let you bleed out, can’t let you bleed out

Won’t let you bleed out, can’t let you bleed out

Won’t let you bleed out, can’t let you bleed out