Knives

Cowboy Junkies

Knives have been drawn
Blades thirsty and keen
Honed on the whetstone
Of anger and spleen

Knives have been drawn
Knives have been drawn

Trading her jewelry
And a length of her hair
Wondering 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'm seeing that love in her eyes
She does not yet know hope is fear in disguise

Knives have been drawn
Knives have been drawn

Keep me harmless, keep me alone
Keep me lamenting, all that has gone
Shunned and sullen, injured and burned
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'm seeing that doubt in her eyes
She just now learnt that hope is fear in disguise

Knives have been drawn
Knives have been drawn

Blades thirsty and keen
Honed on the whetstone
Of anger and spleen
Knives have been drawn

(Knives have been drawn)
Knives have been drawn
Honed on the whetstone
Of anger and spleen
(Knives have been drawn)
Of anger and 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