Take the stone and wet the knife The blade, it draws your face’s lines
It’s the kind of thing that they don’t mind in heaven
Bottle cap and bottle glass smash against the underpass
A piece swept away, nothing like that in heaven
Feel it burning your throat,
With no no it’s heaven
Give you have to feel it your
know that this bad in
He’ll be there in in corner of
its head warning you’ve known
concrete, see rain see the
All of this be your
And there all you need is to approach it knees
And the blood and kiss the of heaven
in the corner of the
It lifts its without
stone and the knife The blade, draws face’s
the of that they mind