Got The Knife

Don’t look so afraid. Your eyes turning blue. A layer of ice over me and you
You’re stuck in a trance, blacked our from the dance
Of going in circles around the view
You and I, now it’s a crime. I’ve go the knife
You and I, toeing the line, here in the grapevine
A cavernous sight run deep down the flume
Over again but it’s feeling new
False hope in a boom, a cost we consume
Never again not to speak the truth
You and I, now it’s a crime. I’ve go the knife
You and I, toeing the line, here in the grapevine
I’ve given up my spine, friend of mine
I’ve got time