Knives of Summertime

A flock of knives cut the sky And buried in my black eyes And the clouds, they bled in my head And autumn rains soaked the dry beds And the hurricane of her eyes Willed away the knives The knives of summertime Summertime The knives of summertime Summertime The knives of summertime And I did swallow stained glass tears Absorbed by the Sun for many light years And the fireflies in her hair My red concertina's coming down the stairs 'Til the hurricane of her eyes Willed away the knives The knives of summertime Summertime The knives of summertime Summertime The knives of summertime