Bleeding In Public : Elvis Nash Lyrics
I pour my soul on a barroom floor,
Trade my pain for a round of applause.
Every song’s a scar I reopen,
Just to prove I still got flaws.
(Verse 2)
Neon halo, cigarette crown,
Another sinner with something to say.
They don’t see the ghost behind my grin,
Just a jukebox preacher getting paid.
(Chorus – 6 lines)
I’m bleeding in public and calling it art,
Spitting out verses that tear me apart.
They drink while I drown in the sound of my sin,
Applauding the wreck that I’m living in.
If the price of the truth is a hole in my heart,
Then I’ll bleed in public and call it art.
(Verse 3)
Every verse another confession,
Every stage another wound.
They clap while I fall apart in rhythm,
And leave humming my ruin.
(Bridge – no hook)
Maybe someday I’ll learn to heal,
But I’d miss how the hurt makes it real.
The silence is louder than any crowd,
And I only feel honest when I’m too loud.
(Final Chorus)
I’m bleeding in public and calling it art,
Spitting out verses that tear me apart.
They drink while I drown in the sound of my sin,
Applauding the wreck that I’m living in.
If the price of the truth is a hole in my heart,
Then I’ll bleed in public and call it art.
(Outro tag)
Yeah — I’ll bleed in public,
and call it fucking art.