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
