Just like the story goes
A page is turned when no one knows
And as the tale is told at last
A sculptor carves the past in glass
A toad on the soapbox fixing his tie
A misty red aura enters the lounge
With chafed abstract life and a tuxedo wall
Got to bury that knife
Double edge and all
As the bus shifts gears those drowning grow fins
And as the clock strikes 4 our backbone grows sore
But when the double edged blade is turned up again
A ring of wings will sing and sting and mystery they bring
Just when the story knows
The plot thickens where it goes
And cast in iron is the man
Whose life reflects the story's plan
A toad on the soapbox fixing his tie
A misty red aura enters the lounge
With chafed abstract life and a tuxedo wall
Got to bury that knife
Double edge and all
As the bus shifts gears those drowning grow fins
And as the clock strikes 4 our backbone grows sore
But when the double edged blade is turned up again
A ring of wings will sing and sting and mystery they bring
Just like the story goes
A page is turned when no one knows
And as the tale is told at last
A sculptor carves the past in glass
A toad on the soapbox fixing his tie
A misty red aura enters the lounge
With chafed abstract life and a tuxedo wall
Got to bury that knife
Double edge and all
As the bus shifts gears those drowning grow fins
And as the clock strikes 4 our backbone grows sore
But when the double edged blade is turned up again
A ring of wings will sing and sting and mystery they bring
Kevin Luthy - Double Edge Lyrics
Kevin Luthy - Double Edge Lyrics
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Just like the story goes
A page is turned when no one knows
And as the tale is told at last
A sculptor carves the past in glass
A toad on the soapbox fixing his tie
A misty red aura enters the lounge
With chafed abstract life and a tuxedo wall
Got to bury that knife
Double edge and all
As the bus shifts gears those drowning grow fins
And as the clock strikes 4 our backbone grows sore
But when the double edged blade is turned up again
A ring of wings will sing and sting and mystery they bring
Just when the story knows
The plot thickens where it goes
And cast in iron is the man
Whose life reflects the story's plan
A toad on the soapbox fixing his tie
A misty red aura enters the lounge
With chafed abstract life and a tuxedo wall
Got to bury that knife
Double edge and all
As the bus shifts gears those drowning grow fins
And as the clock strikes 4 our backbone grows sore
But when the double edged blade is turned up again
A ring of wings will sing and sting and mystery they bring
Just like the story goes
A page is turned when no one knows
And as the tale is told at last
A sculptor carves the past in glass
A toad on the soapbox fixing his tie
A misty red aura enters the lounge
With chafed abstract life and a tuxedo wall
Got to bury that knife
Double edge and all
As the bus shifts gears those drowning grow fins
And as the clock strikes 4 our backbone grows sore
But when the double edged blade is turned up again
A ring of wings will sing and sting and mystery they bring
A page is turned when no one knows
And as the tale is told at last
A sculptor carves the past in glass
A toad on the soapbox fixing his tie
A misty red aura enters the lounge
With chafed abstract life and a tuxedo wall
Got to bury that knife
Double edge and all
As the bus shifts gears those drowning grow fins
And as the clock strikes 4 our backbone grows sore
But when the double edged blade is turned up again
A ring of wings will sing and sting and mystery they bring
Just when the story knows
The plot thickens where it goes
And cast in iron is the man
Whose life reflects the story's plan
A toad on the soapbox fixing his tie
A misty red aura enters the lounge
With chafed abstract life and a tuxedo wall
Got to bury that knife
Double edge and all
As the bus shifts gears those drowning grow fins
And as the clock strikes 4 our backbone grows sore
But when the double edged blade is turned up again
A ring of wings will sing and sting and mystery they bring
Just like the story goes
A page is turned when no one knows
And as the tale is told at last
A sculptor carves the past in glass
A toad on the soapbox fixing his tie
A misty red aura enters the lounge
With chafed abstract life and a tuxedo wall
Got to bury that knife
Double edge and all
As the bus shifts gears those drowning grow fins
And as the clock strikes 4 our backbone grows sore
But when the double edged blade is turned up again
A ring of wings will sing and sting and mystery they bring
Writer: Kevin Luthy
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid