Sharpest Blade - Over the Rhine

There was a time

I could sleep anywhere­­—

My feet on a chair,

My heart in the woods;

But love was aloof,

Just a beggar for tips

A mime on whose lips

No promises stood

But you can cut me quick

In the light of the shade,

With the edge of the green

Of the yard’s sharpest blade;

When nothing I knew

Was all that it seemed

I still dreamed

Of a love to outlive us

I still prayed

That this night would outlast us

And redeem some small thing

Far beyond me

Blossoms begin

Like the tip of a spear,

Or the curve of a tear

From a soldier who weeps;

Seducing the guard

Of lost years falling by­­—

As flowers to lie

On the dead feigning sleep

But you cut me quick

In the light of the shade,

On the edge of the green

Of the yard’s dark parade;

When nothing we knew

Was all that it seemed

I still dreamed

Of a love to outlive us

I still prayed

That this night would forgive us

And redeem some small thing

Far beyond me

But you cut me quick

In the light of the shade,

On the edge of the green

Of the yard’s sharpest blade;

When nothing we knew

Was all that it seemed

I still dreamed

Of a love to outlive us

I still prayed

That this night will convince us

And redeem some small thing

Far beyond me