Texty: Hawksley Workman. In My Blood.

I know that they're out there baby
I feel it in my blood
I know that they'll find me baby
I feel it in my blood
I know that the broken time's passed me
I feel it in my blood
I know that the sun will outlast me
I feel it in my blood

I hear the ocean in a tired blue seashell
I feel it in my blood
Near the ocean in a fired up bee's nest
I feel it in my blood
This time the thrill won't gas me
I feel it in my blood
Spit shine in puddle shoe splash me
I feel it in my blood

Cigarettes on a megaphone freeway
I feel it in my blood
And the stains that'll give you up easy
I feel it in my blood
Gas mask and a yellow dirt storm cloud
I feel it in my blood
Hollow cars with the stereo so loud
I feel it in my blood

I kiss you sweet and then someone dies somewhere
I feel it in my blood
I kiss you and see the heat we both share
I feel it in my blood
Toothbrush scrub a motor home bathtub
I feel it in my blood
Lipstick makes you fuck like a disaster
I feel it in my blood