on the eve
on the evening of something vile, I feel a knife coiled around my throat
I cannot pretend to panic or tease a plot to flee
everything honest evades me
and I ask a rock will you sink or swim
on the evening of something vile, I feel a knife coiled around my throat
I cannot pretend to panic or tease a plot to flee
everything honest evades me
and I ask a rock will you sink or swim