story of blood

John Cale

This is the story, the story of blood
It starts in the heart
It moves all around, wakes you in the morning
And brings you down

You see it coming, the thickness and the color
Sliding across the floor ( [?] )
It moves all around, wakes you in the morning
And brings you down
And brings you down

Swing your soul (Swing your soul)
Swing your soul (Swing your soul)
Swing your soul (Swing your soul)
Swing your soul (Swing your soul)

Light
Into the light

It's the color of midnight where we lie
Sinking in the sand
Watching the rain come pouring down
On the other side of life

Swing your soul (Swing your soul)
Swing your soul (Swing your soul)
Swing your soul (Swing your soul)
Swing your soul (Swing your soul)

It moves all around
It moves all around, brings you down
It moves all around, wakes you in the morning
This is the story, the story of blood

I'm standing here waiting, waiting in the morning
Sleepy and hoping for the tide to turn
Sleepy and hoping for the tide to turn
I'm going back to get th?m, my friends in the morning
Bring them with m? into the light (Into the light)
Bring them with me into the light
Bring them with me into the light
Bring them with me into the light (Bring me into the light)

Swing your soul, swing your soul
Swing your soul, swing your soul
Swing your soul, swing your soul
Watching the rain come pouring down
Swing your soul
The thickness and the color
Sliding across the floor
Swing your soul