Like a pen — The Knife

Sharpen my body like a pen Come on, I need to show it Something too small for a lens If I rub it if I wipe it

Guiding with one single hand Nothing's wrong you like the feeling I am all over the land Come on, I need to show it

Back on the mountain again I was standing watching seasons You're now my only friend I'm too heavy, I'm the burden

Sitting and picking on myself It's a shiny, shiny morning And when the light finds my eye I'll be fleeting like a scent

I hold my breath and then count to three On and on, outworn Must be five hundred degrees Will it show in my show?

I hold my breath and then count to three On and on, outworn Must be five hundred degrees Will it show in my show?