Dirtied Your Knees - Live
To a circle of ten separate shoes
That couldn't replace the two of yours
Counting repeatedly on both these hands
All of the hours away I am
Filled eyes turn red
Filled eyes turn red
The sadness that has been running down
As fast as it can flee
Terrified by the eyes
Burning a hole in the ground
Burning it down
With a vision so low that you dirtied your knees
Fingers carefully crossed as it helps to believe
In this circle of ten separate shoes
Would return to you
So don't hang your head just yet
I'm sure it takes away all the surprise
Well it's already bare
Sparks from the wooden match catches
The morning awakened by the rise
Pouring soil upon the ground
Surrounding areas are all sunlight
As the fire
Begins to drown
Never speaking a sound
With a vision so low that you dirtied your knees
Fingers carefully crossed as it helps to believe
In this circle of ten separate shoes
Would return to you
So don't hang your head just yet
I'm sure it takes away all the surprise
Well it's already bare
Sparks from the wooden match catches
Yeah the sparks from the wooden match catches
All the air from your mouth to mine
That couldn't replace the two of yours
Counting repeatedly on both these hands
All of the hours away I am
Filled eyes turn red
Filled eyes turn red
The sadness that has been running down
As fast as it can flee
Terrified by the eyes
Burning a hole in the ground
Burning it down
With a vision so low that you dirtied your knees
Fingers carefully crossed as it helps to believe
In this circle of ten separate shoes
Would return to you
So don't hang your head just yet
I'm sure it takes away all the surprise
Well it's already bare
Sparks from the wooden match catches
The morning awakened by the rise
Pouring soil upon the ground
Surrounding areas are all sunlight
As the fire
Begins to drown
Never speaking a sound
With a vision so low that you dirtied your knees
Fingers carefully crossed as it helps to believe
In this circle of ten separate shoes
Would return to you
So don't hang your head just yet
I'm sure it takes away all the surprise
Well it's already bare
Sparks from the wooden match catches
Yeah the sparks from the wooden match catches
All the air from your mouth to mine
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Writer(s): Daniel Lawrence Fluitt
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