<b>Your Beauty Is A Knife I Turn On My Throat</b> by <i>Eagle*Seagull</i><br />hy should I assume the task

Of disowning what I could not ask

It's killing me

It's driving me crazy

And I think I'm getting lonely, oh

When I see you in my bed

I surprised you better in my head

Is there room for love with doubt

Is loneliness what loving you's about?

It seems to me your love is washed up and green

I'm torn between

And I feel so crazy

When I see you in my bed

I surprised you better in my head

Your beauty

Is a knife

I turn on my throat

Oh, (such a) your beauty

It is a knife

I turn on my throat

Oh, your beauty

It is a knife

I turn on my throat

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, your beauty

It is a knife

I turn on my throat

Is there room for love with doubt

Is loneliness what loving you's about?

It seems to me your love is washed up and green

I'm torn between

And I feel so crazy

When I see you in my bed

I surprised you better in my head

Your beauty

Is a knife

I turn on my throat

Oh, (such a) your beauty

It is a knife

I turn on my throat

Oh, oh

Oh, your beauty

It is a knife

I turn on my throat

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, your beauty

It is a knife

I turn on my throat