Sickle No Sword

My blade no longer runs straight
She twists like an icy road, an icy road
And when you see me
Walking with her in my arms
You’ll turn the other way
Turn the other way, turn the other way
My blade a sickle no sword
My blade serrated and sharp
Oh, yes that wish to lower mine
Do not test me
She stays by me
Comforts me
Walking home on a cold night
On a cold night, on a cold night
Walking home
I’ve never been too good with my hands
My wrists are too loose
I swing too wide
Oh, when she’s with me
She completes my arms
Ever since the day we met
Every hit I never miss
Not even once
My blade a sickle no sword
My blade serrated and sharp
Oh, eyes that wish to lower mine
Do not test me
She keeps me safe
I pull her close
Walking home on a cold night
On a cold night, on a cold night
Walking home
She keeps me safe
I pull her close
Walking home on a cold night
On a cold night, on a cold night
Walking home
Black is the color
Is the color of my love
Black is the color
Is the color of my love
Black is the color
Of my true love’s hair
Black when she says no
Black but she means yes
Black when she comes
Black and it’s light out
And my mind’s gone
When she runs
Black pouring down
Black when we kiss
Stay by me
Comfort me
Walking home on a cold night
Walking home on a cold night
Stay by me
Comfort me
Walking home on a cold night
Walking home on a cold night…