Gather up your things and leave, there can be no place for thee
Just as the knife reflects the ego drain, you cut away
Just like the knife

Fighters put their fists on pause, playwrights lick their lips and thaw
Just as the dawn declares another day, you cut away
Just like the knife

From these English coastal towns, empty seas will drag us down
Just as our [bad word] so they renege, you cut away
Just like the knife

From the shore-leave lanes and the chaste undone
Gonna share ourselves with everyone