Album: Knife
Like a child could have the trigger,
And the best man needn't fall
To undertand that heaven,
Could be any place at all
Just five colours set in motion,
And I try again to place it,
And it's features are obscured
Everytime I turn to face it,
But I still chase it
Oh it's twists are cruel and hopeless,
Like neglect has worn it thin,
And it could rip the sky wide open,
And let the rain come tumbling in
And we wait on every whisper,
Like it makes us more alive,
There's a sense we didn't have,
And I feel it in the other five
See the pity and the pride
In the same sea of emotion,
Cup my hands and touch the tide,
And expect to feel the ocean,
It's just a notion
And the knife has got my number,
And the number that you keep,
And the knife is called division,
And it's drawn when I'm asleep
Oh it's twists are cruel and hopeless,
Like neglect has worn it thin,
And it could rip the sky wide open,
And let the rain come tumbling in