Knife Dance (Renditions)
If we keep picking the scabs off
They're never gonna heal
We can't rely on these sad songs
To tell us how to feel
Couple of bearers of bad news
The casualties of greed
Shifted the gears on a short fuse
And now we're gaining speed
Is it youth or is it you that I'm aching for?
No room for faith anymore
Tempting pursuit, diamond eyes
You kept the blade by your side
Tossed up a rat race we're exchanging for both our lives
Piss poor excuse for
Another closed door
Cling to remorse when all we wanted was so much more
We've smoked this down to the filter
It's killing me to speak
Dancing on the ash of disaster
We're immersing underneath
A closet that's stacked to the shim
With skeletons singing hymns
Over and over again
Long kiss goodbye, jealous friend
Is it youth or is it you that I'm aching for?
No room for faith anymore
I guess we owe it to ourselves
We've been strolling through hell
Tempting pursuit, diamond eyes
You kept the blade by your side
Tossed up a rat race we're exchanging for both our lives
Piss poor excuse
For another closed door
Cling to remorse when all we wanted was so much more
You're just sex & drugs
You're all of the things that we made up
In our heads, in your bed
I don't wanna go, but I have to.
They're never gonna heal
We can't rely on these sad songs
To tell us how to feel
Couple of bearers of bad news
The casualties of greed
Shifted the gears on a short fuse
And now we're gaining speed
Is it youth or is it you that I'm aching for?
No room for faith anymore
Tempting pursuit, diamond eyes
You kept the blade by your side
Tossed up a rat race we're exchanging for both our lives
Piss poor excuse for
Another closed door
Cling to remorse when all we wanted was so much more
We've smoked this down to the filter
It's killing me to speak
Dancing on the ash of disaster
We're immersing underneath
A closet that's stacked to the shim
With skeletons singing hymns
Over and over again
Long kiss goodbye, jealous friend
Is it youth or is it you that I'm aching for?
No room for faith anymore
I guess we owe it to ourselves
We've been strolling through hell
Tempting pursuit, diamond eyes
You kept the blade by your side
Tossed up a rat race we're exchanging for both our lives
Piss poor excuse
For another closed door
Cling to remorse when all we wanted was so much more
You're just sex & drugs
You're all of the things that we made up
In our heads, in your bed
I don't wanna go, but I have to.
Credits
Writer(s): Darren Young
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