Knife Fight On Love Street Songtext

Drown your dreams like an unwanted child. Take dead aim. Dig the stars out of your eyes. Take dead aim. Love is dead here, my friend. That old house burnt down years back. A sincere touch has become a rusty needle in a burning haystack. Spend insomniac hours destroying all evidence of what you thought you had. A heart on the sleeve is easier grab. A heart on the sleeve is easier to stab. Sharpen your knives. Save yourself. Save yourself. Ice your heart. Ice your heart...