Dull Knife
Dull knife, stuck in the night
Turning with the tide every time I close my eyes
Dull knife, stuck in the night
Burning like a lighter lit held up to my life
Giant star, take up the sky
Beyond the great prowess of Indian ocean
Dead south, sleep on the sand
A million leagues of blue water diamonds cutting through our hands
Until our dying day has come
Find us following the sun
In this vicious life we lead
Give us grace, give us speed
Tigers run, hunt without rest
In the cold too much... staying inside
Off the coast, I ride with the best
Keeping them killer rides close to the best
Intense close cigarettes, a 5 string guitar and a lightning stove
Tigers run, run in the night, faster than a gunshot
Shadowing a new fight
Until our dying day has come
Find us following the sun
In this vicious life we live
Give us grace, give us speed x 2
[Guitar solo]
Until our dying day has come
Find us following the sun
In this vicious life we live
Give us grace, give us speed
Give us grace, give us speed
Give us grace, give us speed
Give us grace, give us speed
Give us grace, give us speed.
