Letras:
Young Knives

A lonely smile in the clouds And the smell of foreign bodies He waits for you to ask him out Three hours sitting in the lobby It's another hollow line

Constant winning Left him wanting No point choosing They chose for him All the faces All the faces Blanked out faces Blanked out faces In the pink In

I took a good long look at everything I bought There was a lot to see but still I wanted more It looks like mother nature's got herself a whore With a

I had a day to work on a song I flicked it up and down with my thumbs The day had gone, I hadn't begun I was bored, I was bored I was bored, I was bored

Coastguard are you familiar? High tides are not peculiar And on the table is a yellow coat On the table is a yellow coat Mummy tries Bye, bye Mummy tries

I got dressed up, up to the nines I took a look in the mirror, I wish I was thinner Then everything would be fine At least I smell nice, so come on and

When they brought me down They stuck me through a curtain powered by a motor Then they said some nice words I think I recognize them from the last time

I looked down from the Carillon I looked across to the aviary How long have they been having fun? I want to be among them Sitting pretty drinking Evian

Take my side No proof, just sound Your lies come around Let me tell you something Wolves are at your front door Wolves are at your door My knives,