With a switchknife he cut his lip And gave me a rubella red kiss His hands sway with my hips until we're both too drunk to dance
I thought maybe in another life I could have been the misfit's wife And when his ghost moves on, he'll come back as a wild dog
One year later, he was gone He never came back from the war Oh my my, never came back from the war
Love is nothing you can hold or have Like a secret whispered in my hand Still I carry a piece of him Saved all his letters in a reefer tin
Kept a switch knife in my winter coat And when I walk from the train alone In the palm of my sweaty hand I hold that knife and think of him
A few letters and his ghost He never came back from the He never came back from the war
Stepped off the train into the evening air The creak and clank platform the stairs A stranger's steps fell close behind I felt a hand clasp my arm tight
I twisted out my switch knife It caught the blare of the street lamp's light Before I thrust it in that stranger's throat I heard a wild dog moan low
The warm kiss on my knife and wrist It's like you came back from the war It's like you came back from the warTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
