The Knives

We splintered all across the road
When I hit the gas and we went toe-to-toe
Now the silence floods the western coast
And I can’t hollow out my words enough to float

I know pretty soon the knives will make me choose
Between sanity and you

I’m an ambulance that screams the wedding blues
Under circuit-bending beats and high-heeled shoes
Somehow amid mattresses and reckless drug abuse
Oh, your eyes were hinting at Eden when I first saw you

But I know pretty soon the knives will make me choose
Between sanity and you, oh
I know what I have to do
I know what I have to do
But I still don’t want the knives to cut me loose

Oh, I could have lost decades to you
Like a roach motel, but no
No, you still won’t let me in, so it’s no use
To keep ringing that bell, oh

So I know pretty soon the knives will make me choose
Between sanity and you, oh
And I know I can’t pick you
No, I know I can’t pick you
No, you won’t even be the knife that cuts me loose