From the album Your Favorite Dress
Lyrics by: Dave Mountain
Music by: Dave Mountain
The blow
The blow that's always you
(There's even some comfort there; I always know it's you.)
Always you
And your smile, how so polite
If you only had the skill to sharpen the dull edge of your knife.
And nothing's ever done or said in this or any world
That wasn't fit to fall beneath the flags you have unfurled
And nothing's ever good enough to stand out on its own
Without the gift of going through the abyss that is your throne.
The blow
The blow's always the same
The picture never changes and we can't avoid your name
An eye
If only you had an eye
Then maybe you could see beyond your dull and vacant life
And nothing's ever done or said in this or any world
That wasn't fit to fall beneath the flags you have unfurled
And nothing's ever good enough to stand out on its own
Without the gift of going through the abyss that is your throne.
The blow
I take this blow from you...
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