knives of summertime

a flock of knives cut the sky

and buried in my black eyes

and the clouds they bled in my head

and autumn rains soaked the dry beds

and the hurricane of her eyes

willed away the knives

the knives of summertime

summertime

the knives of summertime

summertime

the knives of summertime

and i did swallow stained glass tears

absorbed by the sun for many light years

and the fireflies in her hair

my red concertina's coming down the stairs

and the hurricane of her eyes

willed away the knives

the knives of summertime

summertime

the knives of summertime

summertime

the knives of summertime