Little Knives (4:45)

I cry about the day one of us dies
Searching for butterflies
In a dormhall with pornshop floors

I cry about the day one of us dies
At the hands of time
Guessing sense out of the scars left in our sides

But still you laugh and still you lie
The raindrops fall like little knives
Still you laugh and still you lie
The raindrops fall

Clouds roll over our town
And the water peels paint from the playground
Palaces turn to rusted monkeybars
All kings are little boys
And invisible men live to smash their little toys
And the fortresses grow thick and tall

Sometimes they catch us dreamin’ round
This dirty desert town
Crazy’s just another word they have
To keep us same
To keep us down

But still you laugh and still you lie
The raindrops fall like little knives
Still you laugh and still you lie
The raindrops fall like little knives

The holy land is where you stand
The holy land is where you stand
The holy land is where you stand