Knife Going In
Welcome back
Welcome back
Welcome back
Welcome back
If I don't recover (if I can't, I won't recover)
Sell this house and find something else outside your window
Not forever (not forever, it's mine)
On the night I died, I swear I sleep outside your window
I feel the knife going in, I feel like I'm at chase
Not enough to kill me, I fall in love too fast
But I'm feeling it now and I feel like a chase
Sleeping inches from me, I let it pass
Pass, pass, pass, pass, pass, pass, pass, pass, pass, pass
Deep inside
Dock, docker
Just walkin' by, just walkin' by
Maybe should've stopped
(That would've been better)
Do you think I'll make it to the morning if it's written?
Stitch it up
(I'll do the stitches) (let me go)
The kind of song I know 'cause mother, sister, lots of worry
I feel the knife going in, I feel like I'm at chase
Not enough to kill me, I fall in love too fast
But I'm feeling it now and I feel like a chase
Sleeping inches from me, I let it pass
I feel the knife going in, I feel like I'm at chase
Not enough to kill me, I fall in love too fast
But I'm feeling it now and I feel like a chase
Sleeping inches from me, I let it pass
I feel the knife going in, I feel like I'm at chase
Not enough to kill me, I fall in love too fast
But I'm feeling it now and I feel like a chase
Sleeping inches from me, I let it pass
Welcome back
Welcome back
Welcome back
If I don't recover (if I can't, I won't recover)
Sell this house and find something else outside your window
Not forever (not forever, it's mine)
On the night I died, I swear I sleep outside your window
I feel the knife going in, I feel like I'm at chase
Not enough to kill me, I fall in love too fast
But I'm feeling it now and I feel like a chase
Sleeping inches from me, I let it pass
Pass, pass, pass, pass, pass, pass, pass, pass, pass, pass
Deep inside
Dock, docker
Just walkin' by, just walkin' by
Maybe should've stopped
(That would've been better)
Do you think I'll make it to the morning if it's written?
Stitch it up
(I'll do the stitches) (let me go)
The kind of song I know 'cause mother, sister, lots of worry
I feel the knife going in, I feel like I'm at chase
Not enough to kill me, I fall in love too fast
But I'm feeling it now and I feel like a chase
Sleeping inches from me, I let it pass
I feel the knife going in, I feel like I'm at chase
Not enough to kill me, I fall in love too fast
But I'm feeling it now and I feel like a chase
Sleeping inches from me, I let it pass
I feel the knife going in, I feel like I'm at chase
Not enough to kill me, I fall in love too fast
But I'm feeling it now and I feel like a chase
Sleeping inches from me, I let it pass
Credits
Writer(s): Tegan Rain Quin, Sara Keirsten Quin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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Other Album Tracks
- I Was Married
- Relief Next to Me
- The Con
- Knife Going In
- Are You Ten Years Ago
- Back in Your Head
- Hop a Plane
- Soil, Soil
- Burn Your Life Down
- Nineteen
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