The Cleaver Lyrics

Swinging from the sky

Our worlds will break and hearts collide

When you're tired

That's a promise

And we will wish to die

But our world will mend

Pounding on the chest

Dead

The cut of the draw

It's hard to explain

It's hard to explain

Sighting through the patch

The ground will turn

And wind will snatch

The last drop in your eyes

And we will hope to crash

But our ground will latch

To the core of the

Earth

It's hard to explain

(The cut of the draw)

It's hard to explain