letter to bowie knife

everyday on my way home

the clouds would break and the angels

would sing their refrain

this world's an ungodly place

strangled by vines unchaste

so with my shining blade of steel

i would cut a path wide

dipped in the ink of the fight

written clean through the night

mark my words upon the front page

to set my world straight

it's too late

it's too late

it's too late

it's too late

just like i found it

my world is split

right down the spine

years bled dry now ripe for a reckoning

my blade's back slash beckoning

slice my wounds and i make the sign one more time

come on. come on. come home. come home

yeah it's too late

it's too late

it's too late

to refrain.refrain.refrain. did those angels ever sing?

sliced my world in two