| Song | Bloodrush |
| Artist | Brooke Fraser |
| Album | Brutal Romantic |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Something inside you | |
| Breaks a little bit when you turn away and in | |
| Down beneath the pieces | |
| You say you don’t feel a thing | |
| It’s atrophy in motion | |
| The slowing down of necessary moving parts | |
| It wouldn’t be so tragic | |
| If it weren’t machinery of the heart | |
| You’ve got so much soul | |
| You’ve got to get out and prove it to yourself | |
| Babe you’ve got so much soul | |
| You got so much soul | |
| You’re doing a post mortem | |
| Of a future you still can have | |
| Heed your own warning | |
| Those tears in the night | |
| Won’t fall in the morning | |
| You’ve got so much soul | |
| You’ve got to get out and prove it to yourself | |
| Babe you’ve got so much soul | |
| You got so much soul | |
| Can you feel it yet? | |
| Like a longed for thaw | |
| Feel the blood rush back | |
| Feel the frost withdraw | |
| Vena cava, veins | |
| Broken valves and vows | |
| Feel the blood rush back | |
| Feel the blood rush out | |
| You’ve got so much soul | |
| You’ve got to get out and prove it to yourself | |
| Babe you’ve got so much soul | |
| You got so much soul |
| Something inside you | |
| Breaks a little bit when you turn away and in | |
| Down beneath the pieces | |
| You say you don' t feel a thing | |
| It' s atrophy in motion | |
| The slowing down of necessary moving parts | |
| It wouldn' t be so tragic | |
| If it weren' t machinery of the heart | |
| You' ve got so much soul | |
| You' ve got to get out and prove it to yourself | |
| Babe you' ve got so much soul | |
| You got so much soul | |
| You' re doing a post mortem | |
| Of a future you still can have | |
| Heed your own warning | |
| Those tears in the night | |
| Won' t fall in the morning | |
| You' ve got so much soul | |
| You' ve got to get out and prove it to yourself | |
| Babe you' ve got so much soul | |
| You got so much soul | |
| Can you feel it yet? | |
| Like a longed for thaw | |
| Feel the blood rush back | |
| Feel the frost withdraw | |
| Vena cava, veins | |
| Broken valves and vows | |
| Feel the blood rush back | |
| Feel the blood rush out | |
| You' ve got so much soul | |
| You' ve got to get out and prove it to yourself | |
| Babe you' ve got so much soul | |
| You got so much soul |
| Something inside you | |
| Breaks a little bit when you turn away and in | |
| Down beneath the pieces | |
| You say you don' t feel a thing | |
| It' s atrophy in motion | |
| The slowing down of necessary moving parts | |
| It wouldn' t be so tragic | |
| If it weren' t machinery of the heart | |
| You' ve got so much soul | |
| You' ve got to get out and prove it to yourself | |
| Babe you' ve got so much soul | |
| You got so much soul | |
| You' re doing a post mortem | |
| Of a future you still can have | |
| Heed your own warning | |
| Those tears in the night | |
| Won' t fall in the morning | |
| You' ve got so much soul | |
| You' ve got to get out and prove it to yourself | |
| Babe you' ve got so much soul | |
| You got so much soul | |
| Can you feel it yet? | |
| Like a longed for thaw | |
| Feel the blood rush back | |
| Feel the frost withdraw | |
| Vena cava, veins | |
| Broken valves and vows | |
| Feel the blood rush back | |
| Feel the blood rush out | |
| You' ve got so much soul | |
| You' ve got to get out and prove it to yourself | |
| Babe you' ve got so much soul | |
| You got so much soul |