Knives Of Summertime

A flock of knives cut the sky

And buried in my black eyes

And the clouds they bled in my head

And autumn rain soaked the dry beds[Chorus]

And the hurricane of her eyes

Wailed away the knives

The knives of summertime, summertime

The knives of summertime, summertime

The knives of summertimeand I did swallow stained glass tears

Absorbed by the sun for many light years

And the fire flies in her hair

My red concertinas coming down the stairs[Chorus]

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