Song Lyrics
That kind of truth is a needle and a knife, little lights are burning bright in you, and you little lights are burning bright in you
what happened then as he took her by the hand
What you saw when she stood in the yard and she let him undress her, and can you surmise from which well you have drawn you courage
That kind of truth you can t crack with a knife, unholy spires
What you saw when she stood in the yard and she let him undress her, that kind of truth is a needle and a knife
What you discover in august nights, what happened then as he took her by the hand
Like children walled in and papers drawn up for life, orphan leaves of arrested trees divide the street from the gutter
and you little lights are burning bright in you
And you little lights are burning bright in you, on the children malled in and mauling their brethren and like
That kind of truth is a needle and a knife, little lights are burning bright in you
they tell you what you have to do
And you little lights are burning bright in you, what you discover in august nights
What happened then as he took her by the hand, what happened next you have failed to understand, and can you surmise from which well you have drawn you courage
What you saw when she stood in the yard and she let him undress her, little lights are burning bright in you Augie, on the children malled in and mauling their brethren and like
And you little lights are burning bright in you, honey goes candy in the condiment cupboard, what you saw when she stood in the yard and she let him undress her
And you little lights are burning bright in you, and you little lights are burning bright in you, that kind of truth is a needle and a knife
And you little lights are burning bright in you, smoke from the wood fire, what you saw when she stood in the yard and she let him undress her
smoke from the wood fire
What you saw when she stood in the yard and she let him undress her, little lights are burning bright in you
Orphan leaves of arrested trees divide the street from the gutter, they tell you what you have to do
orphan leaves of arrested trees divide the street from the gutter
little lights are burning bright in you
Honey goes candy in the condiment cupboard, that kind of truth is a needle and a knife
That kind of truth you can t crack with a knife, what you discover in august nights
That kind of truth you can t crack with a knife, what you discover in august nights
And can you surmise from which well you have drawn you courage, what happened then as he took her by the hand
And you little lights are burning bright in you, and can you surmise from which well you have drawn you courage, that kind of truth is a needle and a knife
little lights are burning bright in you
what happened then as he took her by the hand
What you discover in august nights, what happened then as he took her by the hand Awakens, what happened then as he took her by the hand
Little lights are burning bright in you, orphan leaves of arrested trees divide the street from the gutter
Like children walled in and papers drawn up for life, that kind of truth is a needle and a knife, like children walled in and papers drawn up for life
little lights are burning bright in you
That kind of truth you can t crack with a knife, what happened next you have failed to understand
Like children walled in and papers drawn up for life, what you saw when she stood in the yard and she let him undress her, orphan leaves of arrested trees divide the street from the gutter
and you little lights are burning bright in you
They tell you what you have to do, what you saw when she stood in the yard and she let him undress her
that kind of truth is a needle and a knife
and you little lights are burning bright in you
What you saw when she stood in the yard and she let him undress her, little lights are burning bright in you Tasman, as the sunset shudders at the prospect or night
And you little lights are burning bright in you, little lights are burning bright in you, on the children malled in and mauling their brethren and like
and you little lights are burning bright in you
Orphan leaves of arrested trees divide the street from the gutter, as the sunset shudders at the prospect or night, what you saw when she stood in the yard and she let him undress her
And you little lights are burning bright in you, that kind of truth you can t crack with a knife Augie, as the sunset shudders at the prospect or night
As the sunset shudders at the prospect or night, and you little lights are burning bright in you
What happened then as he took her by the hand, they tell you what you have to do Awakens, unholy spires
What you saw when she stood in the yard and she let him undress her, what you discover in august nights, and you little lights are burning bright in you
On the children malled in and mauling their brethren and like, and you little lights are burning bright in you, what you discover in august nights
Unholy spires, what happened next you have failed to understand
Like children walled in and papers drawn up for life, and you little lights are burning bright in you Augie, little lights are burning bright in you