Hidden Knives

I’ll scratch a mystery just please continue on with your crime.
It’s not that I don’t mind.
Or, if you prefer, I’ll pen a murder
To pass your time – your empty time.

I left a little something on the table for you.

So poorly I’ve hidden knives you will find them
You will find them, my hidden knives
So poorly I’ve hidden knives you will find them
You’ll find them and we’ll put pen to page.

There is no mystery in my cadence.
I’ve penned the end over smarter lines
But we both prefer romantic murder
To erase time and my empty life.

I left a little something on the altar for you.

So poorly I’ve hidden knives you will find them
You will find them, my hidden knives
So poorly I’ve hidden knives you will find them
You’ll find them and we’ll put pen to page.

Oh, you know me well.
(Oh, you know me well)
Oh, you know me well.
(Oh, you know me well)
Well enough to find
(Oh, you know me well)
Surely sharpened knives.

I left a little something on the table for you.

So poorly I’ve hidden knives that you will find them
You will find them, my hidden knives
So poorly I’ve hidden knives that you will find them
You’ll find them and we’ll put pen to page.