A waking world of innocence
So grave those first born cries
When live begins with needles and pins

It ends with Swords and Knives

Oh dangerman, Oh dangerman

Your blade fits like a glove
When forged in steel
Time cannot heal

That blood red bond of love

In times of trouble you're an open book

With the change in the way you look
And its sad love's not enough to make things better


Turn the tables, we'll burn the fables
Lies beneath the visions and daydreams
Fooled by now, we mystify the past

Like a dream, like it never happened

When live begins with needles and pins

It ends with Swords and Knives
God save those born to die