Got The Knife - Young Statues

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