Cut The Air

Cut the air with your sharp razor smile

Fill the holes you've been digging for a while

Sweep the hair from your sand-dune yellow eyes

Call a friend you can trust with your greatest lies

The angel on your window-sill is calling you

I can hear it like a slow crack in the ice

Call a friend you can trust with your greatest lies

Arm the beast, with the knowledge of a man

Cut him loose, and try to catch him if you can

Skipping stones on the lack of memory

Skin and bones, what remains of you and me

The angel on your window-sill is calling you

I can hear it like a slow crack in the ice

Skin and bones, what remains of you and me

Some they wanna dance, some they wanna fight

Some they wanna live it twice

And she says she's here, but with her fairy eyes

But I got magic in the dice, I feel it every single day

The angel on your window-sill is calling you

I can hear it like a slow crack in the ice