sparklehorse
knives of summertime
A flock of knives cut the sky And buried in my black eyes And the clouds they bled in my head And autumn rain soaked the dry beds  [Chorus] And the hurricane of her eyes Wailed away the knives The knives of summertime, summertime The knives of summertime, summertime The knives of summertime  and I did swallow stained glass tears Absorbed by the sun for many light years And the fire flies in her hair My red concertinas coming down the stairs  [Chorus]