Knives Of Summertime

A flock of knives cut the skyAnd buried in my black eyesAnd the clouds they bled in my headAnd autumn rain soaked the dry bedsAnd the hurricane of her eyes wailed away the knivesThe knives of summertime, summertimeThe knives of summertime, summertimeThe knives of summertimeAnd I did swallow stained glass tearsAbsorbed by the sun for many light yearsAnd the fire flies in her hairMy red concertinas coming down the stairsAnd the hurricane of her eyes wailed away the knivesThe knives of summertime, summertimeThe knives of summertime, summertimeThe knives of summertime