I'll Fall with Your Knife - Peter Murphy

To the crowd

To the world

You were so dry

And with the token bird I made

Send it to fly right to your side

With the broken wing you sailed

Oh like winter in July

A barren river wide

I’ll pray for the flood

To wash on you

It’s here I’ll be with you

Well if the birds can reach the sky

To this land I’ll be with you

Till the Sun bursts from your side

With my hands I reach to you

When you think your chance is passing by

When you blow your Moon away

I’ll bleed like the reed

Fall with your knife

It’s here I’ll be with you

I’ll fall…