Lyrics to The Knife

Before there was you

I was made from the mud

I would dream of the seed of a flower

In the threads of my blood

From deep in my veins

Gardens would bloom

But each time the flower would grow

I would tear out the roots

I was blinded by your grace

It’s then that I was afraid

It seemed in that strange light

That it’s you who holds the knife

When you stood on the stage

Wearing that little white dress

A thousand silver horses raced through my chest

We woke in your room

To the bedspread and the dawn

It seemed as if I was dreaming of you all along

Blinded by your grace

And it’s then I was afraid

I knew in that strange light

That it’s me who holds the knife

One day without fear

A hesitation’s curse

We both would open the curtain

And rise from the earth