The Knife - Deep Cuts Lyrics
Heartbeats
One night to be confused
One night to speed up truth
We had a promise made
Four hands and then away
Both under influence
We had divine sense
To know what to say
Mind is a razor-blade
To call for hands of above, to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough for me, no
One night of magic rush
The start: a simple touch
One night to push and scream
And then relief
Ten days of perfect tunes
The colors red and blue
We had a promise made
We were in love
To call for hands of above, to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough for me, no
To call for hands of above, to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough for me, no
And you, you knew the hand of a devil
And you, kept us awake with wolves' teeth
Sharing different heartbeats in one night
To call for hands of above, to lean on
Would that be good enough for me, no
To call for hands of above, to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough for me, no
Writer: Karin Elizabeth Dreijer Andersson, Olof Bjorn Dreijer
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Girls Night Out
We were looking for a room
We were looking for a hotel
We were in between
We were a few chosen
Somewhere to fit in
Something that's fitting
After one day it started itching
And we rubbed until it was bleeding
And we ran through the moonlight far beyond
And we laughed at the moonlight far beyond
We were looking for something to blow up
We were looking for someone to follow
We had one way out
We had some hours left
We were so close
We knew we were chosen
We aimed for high speed
And for someone who could catch me
And we laughed at the moonlight far beyond
And we ran through the moonlight far beyond
We were looking for a room
We were looking for something to blow up
We knew we were chosen
And we laughed at the moonlight far beyond
And we ran through the moonlight far beyond
And we laughed at the moonlight far beyond
And we ran through the moonlight far beyond
Writer: KARIN ELIZABETH DREIJER ANDERSSON, OLOF BJORN DREIJER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Pass This On
I'm in love with your brother
What's his name
I thought I'd come by
To see him again
When you to dance
Oh what a dance
When you to love
Oh what a love
does he mention my achelove
Or is he more in to young girls with dyed black hair
I'm in love with your brother
I'd thought I'd come by
I'm in love with your brother
Yes I am
But maybe I
Shouldn't ask for his name
And you dance
Oh what a dance
And you laughed
Oh what a laugh
Does he know what I do and
You'll pass this on, won't you and?
If I asked him once what would he say
Is he willing,
Can he play?
He wasn't really looking for some more of it
Found company on the dancefloor and
Does he know what I do and
You'll pass this on, won't you and?
Does he know what I do and,
You'll pass this on, won't you?
And if I ask him once,
What would he say?
Is he willing, can he play?
Writer: KARIN ELIZABETH DREIJER ANDERSSON, OLOF BJORN DREIJER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
One For You
Rumours telling me you are mourning
and you haven't slept for several days.
You've been turning inside out looking for reasons
and your black sorry eyes made you pale.
And you couldn't catch them
you couldn't be there.
You couldn't help them at all,
And you couldn't catch them
you couldn't be there.
You couldn't help them at all,
and it was cold,
and it was cold.
If we say that there is something above the mountains
if we say that there is something we can't see.
Promise you will never believe me
cause I guess I'm just trying to make it easy
And you couldn't catch them
you couldn't be there.
You couldn't help them at all,
And you couldn't catch them
you couldn't be there.
You couldn't help them at all,
and it was cold,
and it was cold.
Everybody was laughing when they found us
one for you and one for me.
Then they let us go to hunt us down again
and still you refuse to see
why everything has to stay ugly
Rumours telling me you are mourning
and you haven't slept for several days.
You've been turning inside out looking for reasons
and your black sorry eyes made you pale.
And you couldn't catch them
you couldn't be there.
You couldn't help them at all,
And you couldn't catch them
you couldn't be there.
You couldn't help them at all,
and it was cold,
and it was cold.
Writer: KARIN ELIZABETH DREIJER ANDERSSON, OLOF BJORN DREIJER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
The Cop
I am a cop, shut up
I piss in your mouth
I am a cop, shut up
I shoot you in your face you Motherf*cker
I piss in your mouth hahaha hahahahahaha hahahaha
I am a cop, shut up or I'll shoot you,
I shoot you right on the spot you Motherf*cking shit
Writer: KARIN ELIZABETH DREIJER ANDERSSON, OLOF BJORN DREIJER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Listen Now
Listen now
I am afraid of everything
When you told me I was special
It was the happiest moment for a long long time
Listen now
I keep forgetting your name
When you laid down on the kitchen floor
It was the happiest moment for a long long time
We seek new seed now
Some revolutionary
and you will never get a hold
We seek and we will find
reason to stay alive
The price has never been this low
Listen now
I was afraid of everything
Then I straightened my head up
It was the happiest moment for a long long time
We seek new seed now
Some revolutionary
and you will never get a hold
We seek and we will find
reason to stay alive
The price has never been this low
Writer: KARIN ELIZABETH DREIJER ANDERSSON, OLOF BJORN DREIJER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Shes Having A Baby
So you're having a baby
In November
Is it enough with my blessing
Or my kissing
Why wasn't I told?
Writer: KARIN ELIZABETH DREIJER ANDERSSON, OLOF BJORN DREIJER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
You Take My Breath Away
We are the people who's come here to play
I don't like it easy
I don't like the straight way
We're in the middle of something
We're here to stay
And we raise our heads for the colour red
I'm in the first row on your show, in the first row
on the First Floor Power show
Your vibrato's like vulnerable leaves,
You do it crazy, that's how you talk to me
We are the people who's come here to play
I don't like it easy
I don't like the straight way
We're in the middle of something
We're here to stay
And we raise our heads for the colour red
I heard you for the first time on the radio
When I was going somewhere in a car
You touched my heart, like a knife that's very sharp
Or like a bird (I was thinking about birds), you just set free
That's just like me (I keep my knife sharp), when I hear you speak
We are the people who's come here to play
I don't like it easy
I don't like the straight way
We're in the middle of something
We're here to stay
And we raise our heads for the colour red
I like vanilla and I like sex
I ride the pony that I like best
I knew that there was something I missed
I was fifteen when I first got kissed,
Before I knew about the equality way
I wanted to get laid to "Take My Breath Away"
We are the people who's come here to play
I don't like it easy
I don't like the straight way
We're in the middle of something
We're here to stay
And we raise our heads for the colour red
We are the people who's come here to play
I don't like it easy
I don't like the straight way
We're in the middle of something
We're here to stay
And we raise our heads for the colour red
Writer: JOHN ROBINSON REID, IAN LEVINE, GRAHAM WILSON, NIGEL PAUL STOCK
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Rock Classics
I'm coming over but I won't be long
I'm coming over
I'm making a new song
I pick a car and it's a fifteen minutes drive
Rock Classics on the radio
to clear my mind
Sometimes in the weekends
we meet up at our favourite cafe
I'll order a chai tea and you will have the usual au lait
and when the place get crowded
then they freak out
and they play the techno louder
yes, when the place get crowded
then they freak out
and they play the techno louder
Here comes another day in isolation
hold out your hand
feel my brain burns
you suck and lick but you still don't know why
I could f*ck your brains out
but I'm not interested in that life
Sometimes in the weekends
we meet up at our favourite cafe
I'll order a chai tea and you will have the usual au lait
and when the place get crowded
then they freak out
and they play the techno louder
yes, when the place get crowded
then they freak out
and they play the techno louder
I'm coming over but I won't be long
I'm coming over
I'm making a new song
Writer: KARIN ELIZABETH DREIJER ANDERSSON, OLOF BJORN DREIJER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Is It Medicine
No more tears and you'll be fine
I stay here all night
And when I've stayed all night
We go out in the morning light
And then you try to live the day
I don't know how, but I know what to say
Is it medicine or social skill
Don't have the answer and nobody will
You go screaming on without a word
Being sad is a fulltime work
And now the day has come to an end
And then you start to cry again
Is it medicine?
Is it medicine, is it medicine or social skill?
Is it medicine, is it medicine, is it medicine or social skill?
Writer: KARIN ELIZABETH DREIJER ANDERSSON, OLOF BJORN DREIJER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
You Make Me Like Charity
You try to feel it but you can't wake up
You try to touch it but you can't wake up
You're holding ice and you don't wake up
Increase the size and you don't wake up
I do it backwards but I don't wake up
Try to reverse but I don't wake up
I sit astride but I still don't wake up
More than a second
When reading the newspaper
I felt the war
I felt her exposed position
I saw myself in the picture and I
I took a cab there to hold her
I took a plane there to feel what she felt
You make me like charity
Instead of paying enough taxes
Writer: KARIN ELIZABETH DREIJER ANDERSSON, OLOF BJORN DREIJER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Got 2 Let U
I got 2, got 2 let u down
But in an hour, I will change my mind
It is like magic to me
Making mistakes and be forgiven easily
I know she lets me down
But just for a short while
Then she changes her mind
She does it all the time
Making mistakes
And then I'll ease her mind
She does it all the time
But she's so pretty
And I don't mind
Writer: KARIN ELIZABETH DREIJER ANDERSSON, OLOF BJORN DREIJER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Hangin Out
I keep my dick hangin' out of my pants
so I can point out what I want.
I was chosen by standard procedures
and I'll assure you I don't mind.
I'm the head over small business
employing old male friends of my kind.
They keep their dick hangin' out of their pants
so they can point out what they want.
I keep my dick hangin' out of my,
näe, vi stoppar där.
Writer: KARIN ELIZABETH DREIJER ANDERSSON, OLOF BJORN DREIJER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group