Blood by Ivo Dimchev in LA

text and music by Ivo Dimchev You have blood on your face. Why don’t you clean the blood on your face? It doesn’t look good. It’s getting worse. It’s too much, more than I can stand. We stay in blood all day long, making love. There’s nothing wrong.My blood is yours, your blood is mine. Nobody is hurt, everything is fine. Your blood is talking to my blood; my blood is listening, listening. My blood is talking to your blood is listening.It doesn’t look good. It’s getting worse. It’s too much, more than I can stand. We stay in blood all day long, making love. There’s nothing wrong. My blood is yours, your blood is mine. Nobody is hurt, everything is fine. When your blood is dripping on the floor, I feel like dropping on the floor. I don’t feel it physically, but I feel it emotionally.Doesn’t look good, it’s getting worse. It’s too much, more than I can stand.We stay in blood all day long, making love. There’s nothing wrong. My blood is yours, your blood is mine. Nobody is hurt, everything is fine.