The Colour of Blood and Alibis

I’ve no need to cut myself to bleed                                     The colour of blood is not just red

Like a moth to the flame, it’s my turn to take the blame       For something I did or didn’t do

Can redemption be bank-rolled in gold                               Like the Scribes and Pharisees once said

Or were they somewhere else when the shit went down      And was it just bad publicity

Does      it matter now    I already know                       That clouds foresee a weathered storm

That       from thunder comes  cleansing rain               That sunlight shouts as clouds depart again

So can you tell me something I don’t know                         Tell me that wine will flow uphill

Not long I know before this dance is through                       But is your dance card signed and all too full

So can you recognise     What I already know     

That a light will only shine when it’s turned on

And I’ve no need to cut myself to bleed                             The colour of blood is not just red

Like moth to flame, my turn to take the blame                     For something I did or didn’t do

And I’ve no need             to cut myself to bleed                 The colour of blood is not just red

I wasn’t there when the sun went down                               It just went and I went too         

But history often fails to tell us all the truth                         As I know sometimes we all still do

Dogs don’t eat our homework and we need to do our own work                             

So alibis                                                                           Don’t barricade our lives

But plausible deniability is truth scared                               A barricade we all so often share

                                                                                               

Does it matter now           I already know                     Barricades can be torn down like fame

That from broken limbs   A cleansing rain                   Can bring a tree new life  to grow again

So is this global warming partly from your smile                 Or are you really not the one to blame

Does it cause the forests to slump down in tears and pain   For winning can sometimes mean no gain

So does wine, like blood   Really flow uphill                 And will that bottle ever be refilled

And I’ve               no need           to cut myself to bleed     The colour of blood is not just red

Like moth to flame, my turn to take the blame                    For something I did or didn’t do

And I’ve no         need                 to cut myself to bleed     The colour of blood is not just red