picture A knife fight

I wouldnt listen to her, shell only break your heart
Id rather listen to man, woman but not whatever you are
Well tip it over the edge and watch it disappear
Ill paint a picture of you, well my impression of what is inside
With your stolen eyes
Im gonna stare at the sun
Until I burn them out
And then Ill picture a knife fight
Were gonna dig up the sky tonight
Bury the sun for the rest of our lives
Lay low and never lie
Were gonna stay here til we make it alright
Im going to grip onto her tiny saxophone
Place an absurd mound of flesh down the tube
And whistle whats inside
Ill tie a ribbon to her because shes all i need
And then i whisper to her, Id gladly live my whole life on my knees
Whats the use if were struggling on?
Weve got to let this go before it sinks its claws deeper into our souls
Weve got to stick together, weve got to stick together
Whats the goal if were struggling on?
Weve got to let this go before it sinks its claws deeper into our souls
Weve got to stick together, weve got to stick together