Letter To Bowie Knife Lyrics

Everyday on my way home
The clouds would break and the angels
Would sing their refrainthis world's an ungodly place
Strangled by vines unchaste
So with my shining blade of steel
I would cut a path widedipped in the ink of the fight
Written clean through the night
Mark my words upon the front page
To set my world straightIt's too late, it's too late
It's too late, it's too late
Just like I found it, my world is split
Right down the spineyears bled dry now ripe for a reckoning
My blade's back slash beckoning
Slice my wounds and I make the sign one more timecome on. come on. come home. come home
Yeah it's too late, it's too late
It's too late, to refrain...refrain...refrain...did those angels ever sing?
Sliced my world in two

Songwriters
JOHN BURNS, JOEY BURNSPublished by
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