Tom Odell - The Blood We Bleed

Flip 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 more 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