Lyrics: Editors. The Back Room. Blood.

This wicked city just drags you down
You're with the red lights, your side of town

Don't say it's easy to follow a process
There's nothing harder than keeping a promise

Blood runs through your veins, that's where our similarity ends
Blood runs through our veins

Blood runs through your veins, that's where our similarity ends
Blood runs through our veins

There's nothing believable in being honest
So cover your lies up with another promise

Blood runs through your veins, that's where our similarity ends
Blood runs through our veins

Aaaaahhhhhhh

Blood runs through your veins, that's where our similarity ends
Blood runs through our veins

Blood runs through your veins, that's where our similarity ends
Blood runs through your veins

Aaaaahhhhhhh

If there's hope in your heart
It would flow to every part
If there's hope in your heart