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 bedsAnd 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 stairsAnd the hurricane of her eyes wailed away the knives

The knives of summertime, summertime

The knives of summertime, summertime

The knives of summertime