Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Weary Cutters, artist - Steeleye Span. Date of issue: 14.02.1975
Song language: English
Weary Cutters |
| It’s just the lack of time I keep |
| Reaching out, lashing out |
| It’s just the lines run down the walls |
| I can’t believe they never fall |
| The walls never leave |
| And the walls begin to scream |
| Ah, and my toes against the wall |
| I stare ahead the door inside the wall |
| Your face inside the door |
| You crawl across the room |
| The picture never moves |
| My books are very still |
| You slide to my feet |
| You slide across the floor |
| I throw your head across the ice |
| I throw my head through a window |
| Crash like poetry |
| It’s four o’clock, I’m waiting |
| Your face appears |
| I keep forgetting your name |
| While I’m writing this, you |
| You crash through the wall |
| You fall off the floor |
| I slide your head across the ice |
| I throw my hands through the window |
| Crash like gods |
| A room full of delicate cutters |
| All sitting down, the room has many doors |
| All but one of them are closed |
| She goes around |
| (Remember) |
| Opening the doors |
| This has another ending |
| Full of innocent children |
| One of them are closed |
| She goes around |
| This has another ending |
| (Remember the room) |
| Full of delicate cutters |
| Opening the doors |