The holes in the floor boards, the cot near the front door
The moon was gone from sight the world was dark as nightmare
You took all my fears and you wrapped them in wonders
But there's no magic inside the moon
It's just a rock you can't reach
I was never the sharp knife, but I was never the dull mind
I was somewhere in between a thorn an acquiescent
So you said it was for me when you tried to break me
But you can save your breath I know, I'm not the kind you pray for
Took a river of bad blood but now I see where we came from
Can't grow a proper branch when half the trunk is rotten
And you swore that it hurt you while pushing your knife through
Well you can save your breath I know, we're not the kind you'll pray for