The Subtle Knife Songtext
von James Booth & The Return

Have you ever had the feeling
You′ve been hanging by a thread
That the bankers and the politicians
Steal all your bread

That your friends are eager thieves
Who'll gladly sell you up the stream
And the chase you give of happiness
Is nothing but a dream

You are right, you are wrong
You are weak, you are strong
But the point of what I say
Isn′t pointed of this song

For a year or 26 or so
It's just the very start
As you slip the Subtle Knife
Into my heart


Have I never felt the reeling
Of your fishing pole's cold string
Like a body to a lone mortician
Work is what I′ll bring

Like the church of autumn leaves
I′ll crumble down beneath your step
Like the face of moons in Inverness
I'm robbed of all my pep

I feel dead, I feel quick
I feel sandy, I feel slick
And the clocking of the day
Isn′t timely of its tick

For a beer and thirty licks or so
I've never felt such smarts
′Til you slipped the Subtle Knife into my heart

Sit around, have some coffee
Let the Caffeine soak your brain
Sit around, look at pictures
In the American Rain

Let the sunshine do its dance
In the garden mother kept so well
Hints of Rome, hints of France
You know it's better not to dwell


On the chicked-up jester Trixaleau
And his dark, unholy art
As he slides the Subtle Knife into your heart

So then welcome to the show
Settle in and settle down
Watch the antics of the madman
Hear the wisdom of the clown

And the Elephants are cycling
Round the dogs that go so slow
There′s a carnival in hiding
Let it flourish, let it grow

In the Garden, there's a figure
Who cannot be clearly seen
Like a filter in the oxygen
That's begging to be cleaned

And I′ll take you where the flowers bloom
And pleasure′s on a roll
If you slip the Subtle Knife
Out from my soul