Matt Mays - Dull Knife Lyrics
Dull knife, stuck in the nightTurning with the tide every time I close my eyesDull knife, stuck in the nightBurning like a lighter lit held up to my lifeGiant star, take up the skyBeyond the great prowess of Indian oceanDead south, sleep on the sandA million leagues of blue water diamonds cutting through our handsUntil our dying day has comeFind us following the sunIn this vicious life we leadGive us grace, give us speedTigers run, run without restIn the cold too much...staying insideOff the coast, I ride with the bestKeeping them killer rides close to the vestIntense close cigarettes, a 5 string guitar and a lightning stoveTigers run, run in the night, faster than a gunshotShadowing a new fightUntil our dying day has comeFind us following the sunIn this vicious life we liveGive us grace, give us speed x 2[Guitar solo]Until our dying day has comeFind us following the sunIn this vicious life we liveGive us grace, give us speedGive us grace, give us speedGive us grace, give us speedGive us grace, give us speedGive us grace, give us speed.
