Standard (EADGBE)

Your knives are sharp

 When you put them in my heart

 Though the truth, you'd say,

 Is I like them there that way

 From this hoodlum skin

 I can always run to him

 Undeserved, capsized

 In the gutters of his eyes

Darling I need you far more than I say

None of my fears are as dear to me

 And a great light dims

 Every day I'm torn from him

 And our stars align

 In Elysian Fields at night

 And the wheels, they turn

 And the fallen heather burns

At a loss and scared

 In exile and unprepared

Darling I need you far more than I say

None of my fears are as dear to me

Darling I need you far more than I say

None of my fears are as dear to me

Blessed is the night

Blessed is the night

 Blessed is the night

None of my fears are as dear to me

Blessed is the night

Blessed is the night

 Blessed is the night

None of my fears are as dear to me

None of my fears are as dear to me

None of my fears are as dear to me