Knives

(On the guitar)

Knives have been drawn, placed thirsty and keen
Oh, no more wet stone, of anger and spleen

Knives have been drawn
Knives have been drawn

Trade in the jewelry and a length of a hair
Oh dear, what happened to civility here?

What I fear is pain and too much loss
What I hope will be too high a cost
Now I've seen that love in their eyes
She does not yet know hope is fear in disguise

Knives have been drawn
Knives have been drawn

Keep me homeless, or I keep me alone
Keep me relenting in all that is gone
Shaman so real, endured in burnt
He tends his wounds, he waits his turn

Knives have been drawn
Knives have been drawn

What I fear is pain and too much loss
What I hope will be too high a cost
Now I've seen that doubt in their eyes
She just now learnt that hope is fear in disguise

Knives have been drawn
Knives have been drawn

Lays thirsty and keen
Oh, no more wet stone, of anger and spleen
Knives have been drawn

(Knives have been drawn)
Knives have been drawn
Oh, no more waste on, of enduring spleen (knives have been drawn)
Of enduring spleen (knives have been drawn)
Knives have been drawn (knives have been drawn)
Knives have been drawn

Knives have been drawn
Knives have been drawn
Knives have been drawn
Knives have been drawn