like a child could have the trigger and the best man needn't fall to understand that heaven could be any place at all just five colours set in motion and I try again to place it and it's features are obscured every time I turn to face it but I still chase it oh it's twists are cruel and hopeless like neglect has worn it thin and it could rip the sky wide open and let the rain come tumbling in and we wait on every whisper like it makes us more alive there's a sense we didn't have and I feel it in the other five see the pity and the pride in the same sea of emotion cup my hands and touch the tide and expect to feel the ocean it's just a notion and the knife has got my number and the number that you keep and the knife has called division and it's drawn when I'm asleep oh it's twists are cruel and hopeless like neglect has worn it thin and it could rip the sky wide open and let the rain come tumbling in
Aztec Camera - Knife (Mp3)
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The failure of this album to live up to my memories of it (and I speak as a solid Aztec Camera fan) has been one of the big disappointments of recent years. The title track is indeed wonderful, and I and can feel myself drifting on the tide just reading the lyrics again, and I love The Birth of the True and enjoy 'Everything', but I'm not at all sure about the rest of it. It's a shame.
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