Picture A Knife Fight

I wouldn't listen to her, she'll only break your heart

I'd rather listen to man, woman but not whatever you are

We'll tip it over the edge and watch it disappear

I'll paint a picture of you, well my impression of what is inside

With your stolen eyes

I'm gonna stare at the sun

Until I burn them out

And then I'll picture a knife fight

We're gonna dig up the sky tonight

Bury the sun for the rest of our lives

Lay low and never lie

We're gonna stay here 'til we make it alright

I'm going to grip onto her tiny saxophone

Place an absurd mound of flesh down the tube

And whistle what's inside

I'll tie a ribbon to her because she's all I need

And then I whisper to her, I'd gladly live my whole life on my knees

With your stolen eyes

I'm gonna stare at the sun

Until I burn them out

And then I'll picture a knife fight

We're gonna dig up the sky tonight

Bury the sun for the rest of our lives

Lay low and never lie

We're gonna stay here 'til we make it alright

What's the use if we're struggling on?

We've got to let this go

Before it sinks its claws

Deeper into our souls

We've got to stick together,

We've got to stick together

We've got to stick together

What's the goal if we're struggling on?

We've got to let this go

Before it sinks its claws

Deeper into our souls

We've got to stick together,

We've got to stick together

We've got to stick together

We've got to stick together

We've got to stick together

We've got to stick together...