She counted holes with a shovel. She won't shake hands with the devil   And when she's caught in the middle, she pulls away and it feels   Like a north wind freezin' your body again   Like a slow day makin' its way in the dark   To a mouth where the feelings start   Rush out like the blood from the beating heart      She holds the neck of the bottle, her every thought is a riddle   You try to rise to her level, you sit back down and it feels   Like a north wind teasin' your body again   Like a slow day makin' its way in the dark   To a mouth where the feelings start   Rush out like the blood from the beating heart   The blood from the beating heart   The blood from the beating heart      A strange and delicate creature who only lives if you love her   Invites you to swim in the river and leaves you under the earth   Like a north wind freezin' your body again   Like a slow day makin' its way in the dark   To a mouth where the feelings start   Rush out like the blood from the beating heart   Like a north wind...Like a slow day...   To a mouth where the feelings start   Rush out like the blood from the beating heart