sharpening knives

Suede

I had a life before you came along
And you had one too but it all went wrong
And your clothes change with your political views
I ll tell you it plain I ve got nothing to lose
I ll show you the line that I want you to cross
To tell you the truth I don t give a toss
If I had a life before you came along
It s gone

I shout out your name
But the more I repeat it the more I feel alive
I shout your name but the more I repeat it
The more I hear the sound of sharpening knives

And I never questioned the money you spent
When you were a no-one I paid your rent
I gave you the things I was able to give
Well to tell you the truth I don t give a shit
And when I am dead will just you throw out my clothes?
I guess you ll never know

I shout out your name
But the more I repeat it the more I feel alive
I shout your name but the more I repeat it
The more I hear the sound of sharpening knives

The more I repeat it
The more I repeat it
The more I repeat it
The more I repeat it

I shout out your name but the more I repeat it
I shout out your name but the more I repeat it
I shout out your name but the more I repeat it
The more I hear the sound of
The more I hear the sound of sharpening knives