Young Knives Vision In Rags
Sun, bleeding through the porridge sky
Dreaming through the morning window
Slicing at my kitchen eyes
Bring me to the world again
Cold, chipping at my waste of mind
Ruining my concentration
Strangling my piece of time
You knock me to the earth again
Rhymes, banging at my backing track
Crunching on my front room driveway
Twitching at the gravel blinds
You're spitting at my door again
Call off the rest of the years
I've got nothing to say
So I'll say nothing here
You're happy with mud everywhere you look
You're a vision in rags
Sun, slip into my bedroom wine
Crash into my evening window
Drifting over drowsy skies
Get me to the sheets on time
Call off the rest of the years
I've got nothing to say
So I'll say nothing here
You're happy with mud everywhere you look
You're a vision in rags
Sleep on the lip
Down every drop
Dance on the
Dance on the old table
Say no more
Say no more
Say no more
Call off the rest of the years
I've got nothing to say
So I'll say nothing here
You're happy with mud everywhere you look
You're a vision in rags (x3)
Call off the...
Call of the...
Years, years, years, years, years
