Weary Cutters - Steeleye Span

It’s just the lack of time I keep

Reaching out, lashing out

It’s just the lines run down the walls

I can’t believe they never fall

The walls never leave

And the walls begin to scream

Ah, and my toes against the wall

I stare ahead the door inside the wall

Your face inside the door

You crawl across the room

The picture never moves

My books are very still

You slide to my feet

You slide across the floor

I throw your head across the ice

I throw my head through a window

Crash like poetry

It’s four o’clock, I’m waiting

Your face appears

I keep forgetting your name

While I’m writing this, you

You crash through the wall

You fall off the floor

I slide your head across the ice

I throw my hands through the window

Crash like gods

A room full of delicate cutters

All sitting down, the room has many doors

All but one of them are closed

She goes around

(Remember)

Opening the doors

This has another ending

Full of innocent children

One of them are closed

She goes around

This has another ending

(Remember the room)

Full of delicate cutters

Opening the doors