Zola Jesus - Siphon

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

But 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