Your Beauty is a Knife I Turn on My Throat

Why 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