The Knife Marble House live

I cut your nails and comb your hair I carry you down the stairs I wanted to see right through from the other side I wanted to walk a trail with no end in sight The moment we believe that we have never met Another kind of love it s easy to forget When we are all alone then we do both agree We have a thing in common this was meant to be You close my eyes and soothe my ears You heal my wounds and dry my tears On the inside of this marble house I grow And the seeds I sow will grow up prisoners too