Sickle No Sword - White Hinterland

My blade no longer runs straight

She twists like an icy road, an icy road

And when you see me

Walking with her in my arms

You’ll turn the other way

Turn the other way, turn the other way

My blade a sickle no sword

My blade serrated and sharp

Oh, yes that wish to lower mine

Do not test me

She stays by me

Comforts me

Walking home on a cold night

On a cold night, on a cold night

Walking home

I’ve never been too good with my hands

My wrists are too loose

I swing too wide

Oh, when she’s with me

She completes my arms

Ever since the day we met

Every hit I never miss

Not even once

My blade a sickle no sword

My blade serrated and sharp

Oh, eyes that wish to lower mine

Do not test me

She keeps me safe

I pull her close

Walking home on a cold night

On a cold night, on a cold night

Walking home

She keeps me safe

I pull her close

Walking home on a cold night

On a cold night, on a cold night

Walking home

Black is the color

Is the color of my love

Black is the color

Is the color of my love

Black is the color

Of my true love’s hair

Black when she says no

Black but she means yes

Black when she comes

Black and it’s light out

And my mind’s gone

When she runs

Black pouring down

Black when we kiss

Stay by me

Comfort me

Walking home on a cold night

Walking home on a cold night

Stay by me

Comfort me

Walking home on a cold night

Walking home on a cold night…