Willi Carlisle - Singing Knives lyrics
[Willi Carlisle - Singing Knives lyrics]
To live without love is a
Knife in every direction
And when you touched me that night I
Saw lights and cold steel reflection
Tell me: what's the point of livin'
And feelin' so loveless?
Nothin' helps me do a thing now, darlin'
I think I'm hopeless
Cause I worked at the foundry for six months
And I dated your friends
They're all dumb punks
And the flowers in bloom
And your cheap perfume
I thought it was too nice to mean much
Well with Jack or Jim, or me or him
You used to spike your iced-tea
I used to show up late and stoned
Just prayin' you'd forgive me
And I clean up alright
Though it's not like you'd ever notice
Nothin' helps me hold a job down, darlin'
I think I broke this
Cause I don't care to work on a Sunday
I drug gravel for miles 'cross some site
Don't tell me some loves take
A backroad to town
You know I like to drive all night
Well a poor boy findin' you was
Like buyin' a lottery ticket
And when you said I couldn't hold you
I told you we oughta forget it
And I don't care to be happy
Just don't wanna let you down
I swear I don't give a shit
No I spit when I pass your home town
Cause I'da waltzed at your sister's wedding
I'da shook your father's right hand
But a few scented candles
And pictures on mantles
They don't fix an angry young man
And it cuts to the bone
There's a stone in my throat just to sing it
But I carved out a home of
My own with no one's forgiveness
When I close my eyes, I don't try
But I still see you naked
And that wound was so raw that I
Thought that we could still make it
Knife in every direction
And when you touched me that night I
Saw lights and cold steel reflection
Tell me: what's the point of livin'
And feelin' so loveless?
Nothin' helps me do a thing now, darlin'
I think I'm hopeless
Cause I worked at the foundry for six months
And I dated your friends
They're all dumb punks
And the flowers in bloom
And your cheap perfume
I thought it was too nice to mean much
Well with Jack or Jim, or me or him
You used to spike your iced-tea
I used to show up late and stoned
Just prayin' you'd forgive me
And I clean up alright
Though it's not like you'd ever notice
Nothin' helps me hold a job down, darlin'
I think I broke this
Cause I don't care to work on a Sunday
I drug gravel for miles 'cross some site
Don't tell me some loves take
A backroad to town
You know I like to drive all night
Well a poor boy findin' you was
Like buyin' a lottery ticket
And when you said I couldn't hold you
I told you we oughta forget it
And I don't care to be happy
Just don't wanna let you down
I swear I don't give a shit
No I spit when I pass your home town
Cause I'da waltzed at your sister's wedding
I'da shook your father's right hand
But a few scented candles
And pictures on mantles
They don't fix an angry young man
And it cuts to the bone
There's a stone in my throat just to sing it
But I carved out a home of
My own with no one's forgiveness
When I close my eyes, I don't try
But I still see you naked
And that wound was so raw that I
Thought that we could still make it