Your knives are sharp 
When you put them in my heart 
Though the truth, you'd say, 
Is I like them there that way 

From this hoodlum skin 
I can always run to him 
Undeserved, capsized 
In the gutters of his eyes 

Darling I need you far more than I say 
None of my fears are as dear to me 

And a great light dims 
Every day I'm torn from him 
And our stars align 
In Elysian Fields at night 
And the wheels, they turn 
And the fallen heather burns 
At a loss and scared 
In exile and unprepared 

Darling I need you far more than I say 
None of my fears are as dear to me 

Darling I need you far more than I say 
None of my fears are as dear to me 

Blessed's the night 
Blessed's the night 
Blesses's the night 
When none of my fears are as dear to me 

Blessed's the night 
Blessed's the night 
Blesses's the night 
When none of my fears are as dear to me 

None of my fears are as dear to me 
None of my fears are as dear to me