The Blood We Bleed

I walk back home You're all alone The ivy's grown It's Christmas eve I brought some wine It tastes like shite But it provides The spark we need Come on, let's fight Don't be polite You know the knife That cuts me deep You treat me tough We call it love But it's your blood I'm gonna bleed I draw a crowd I sing so loud To make you proud But you don't see I show my flaws The crowd applauds But I'm not sure It's meant for me I have become My father's son You always wanted Me to be I treat you tough We call it love But it's my blood You're gonna bleed Now I'm all grown up And I'm all tough Is it your love that I still need? 'Cause it's your blood It's your blood It's your blood That I still bleed --- The Blood We Bleed - Tom Odell