Switchblade

There's plenty of switchblade traitors here

Slight of hand can fool the eye

To disguise the dagger clenched beneath the kiss

The news is darker than I feared

Cold, down, spat out like a sigh

Rain all over just to hide the sight of bliss

And they're flashing thorny lies around the room

My hollowness as perfect as a tear

I'm listening for a single work that's true

But you're not here



There's little could hold you too long here

I'm confessing that the shame's mine

Temptation takes me that same way

You made the break and cleared the slate

Now I'm calling on the main line

There's such fiction here that steers the ship today

And your lifting as you're floating through the room

I turn my head each time I feel you near

But the devil's always trying to block the view

So you're not here



I roll my sleeve to take it on the chin

Charge my glass and raise it with a cheer

And I celebrate my fortress within

'Cause you're not here

Yeah, you're not here