Colorbloods (Brooke Waggoner)

One teaspoon of howlin' at the moon Two cups full of morning gloom A pinch of thought My heart is wracked and rot Gently blend, you wish that you had not Oh you wish that you had not you wish that you had not Colorbloods, that's what we were Sparkling ones, that's what we were A half a pound of fever-lovin' bound A single ounce of wiltin' in the ground Salt from tears for heartache through your years Mix and stir, you wish you would not fear Oh you wish you would not fear you wish you would not fear Colorbloods, that's what we were Sparkling ones, that's what we were Colorbloods we were Oh yeh, colorbloods we were