You’re the blade of my knife, and you clip
The puppet strings to my hope
So that when I start to run, I trip
My battered heart tries to cope

You run me down, but I stand again
I’ll keep this knife till I die
The road signs blur where I’ve been
And the only escape is to cry

The night falls and here comes the sun
I’ll hide away in your shade
You’ll find me there and I’ll be done
But I won’t be scared of your blade