A Thousand Knives
Ry Cuming
I lay you down right here in the shadows
I watched over you
I prayed for your breath right here in the shallows
I watched over you
Like a thousand knives
Like a thousand knives
Like a thousand knives
Like a thousand knives
I begin to move in slow
Better fall to make you float
Heighten me, a quarter low
Nights in circles
Days of gold
I lay you down right here in the shadows
I watched over you
I prayed for your breath right here in the shallows
I watched over you
Like a thousand knives
Like a thousand knives
Like a thousand knives
Like a thousand knives
Knives
Knives
Like a thousand knives
Knives
Knives
Knives