Dirty Knives

20,000 years ago there was a girl that I don’t know
Praying for a vein to bleed crying herself to sleep
Portrait of a dying life we painted it with dirty knives
Lost some words along th way I wouldn’t want to hear todoay
The graves we dig so deep
With secrets that we keep
We cry ourselves to sleep
All of us are fighting, now everyone’s at war
When one of us is crying what are we fighting for?
Its burning up the photographs its tearing down the door
When all of us are crying what are we fighting for?
20,000 miles back I left some things I couldn’t pack
Buried in an open grave for anyone to find today
Pieces of an empty life we cut apart the dirty knives
Lost some things I couldn’t save I hid them well along the way
The graves we dig so deep
With secrets that we keep
We cry ourselves to sleep
(repeat verse and chorus)