Knives

(On the guitar) Knives have been drawn, placed thirsty and keen Oh, no more wet stone, of anger and spleen Knives have been drawn Knives have been drawn Trade in the jewelry and a length of a hair Oh dear, what happened to civility here? What I fear is pain and too much loss What I hope will be too high a cost Now I've seen that love in their eyes She does not yet know hope is fear in disguise Knives have been drawn Knives have been drawn Keep me homeless, or I keep me alone Keep me relenting in all that is gone Shaman so real, endured in burnt He tends his wounds, he waits his turn Knives have been drawn Knives have been drawn What I fear is pain and too much loss What I hope will be too high a cost Now I've seen that doubt in their eyes She just now learnt that hope is fear in disguise Knives have been drawn Knives have been drawn Lays thirsty and keen Oh, no more wet stone, of anger and spleen Knives have been drawn (Knives have been drawn) Knives have been drawn Oh, no more waste on, of enduring spleen (knives have been drawn) Of enduring spleen (knives have been drawn) Knives have been drawn (knives have been drawn) Knives have been drawn Knives have been drawn Knives have been drawn Knives have been drawn Knives have been drawn