Album: Moody Girl
Track #3 Falling on Knives

I’ve heard it said love is a dangerous playground

Covered in red, tearing a dress is a sweet sound

But it was an accident seems that she fell

But stains on his hands have a secret to tell

Let it be known, bad things will sometimes just happen

White as a bone, blades pose as words while they’re flying

But it was an accident couldn’t you tell

And stains on his hands have a secret to tell

Falling on knives, falling on knives

Such are the lives of girls who love dangerous men

Cleanly run through for loving you

Looks like the prize I get for doing my best

Is falling on your knife

You’d think she’d know it was lying about

Not very sharp for a genius

But quick to disclose you told her right out

Life with a butcher is dangerous

Blood covered lips given a kiss for the last time

Isn’t it rich? Smart girls are supposed to know better

And now that I’m dying right here on the floor

My sad little hope’s that you’ll love me so very much more

Falling on knives, falling on knives

Such are the lives of girls who love dangerous men

Cleanly run through for loving you

Looks like the prize I get for doing my best

Is falling on your knife

I’ve heard it said love is a dangerous playground

Written by

Circe Link Narccisiphus Music (BMI) 2006

Christian Nesmith Neztoons Publishing (BMI) 2006

Vocals: Circe Link

Drums: Christopher Allis

Flute: Stan Behrens

Bass: John Classick

Twelve String Guitar: Christian Nesmith

High Tuned Guitar: Bart Ryan

Keys & Auto Harp: Michael Sherwood

Acoustic Guitar: Michael Starr