I swung the ship from coast to coast
Straight on
And then from the mast to the most
True north and north is true
And is all about my love
My love for you
Knives in the sink speak
And their speech sounds like a dark owl'd screech
Knives, knives in the sink
Knives in the, in the sink
Knives, knives in the sink
Knives in the, in the sink
Believe it, heed it
This god of love is greater
So thoroughly great
Knives, knives in the sink
Knives in the, in the sink
Knives, knives in the sink
Knives in thе, in the sink
Believе it, heed it
Heed it, heed it
And they speak and they speak
Truth they speak
And this, this god of love does not love god
Which makes this all so much worse
And really so much harder
So I swing the ship where it best goes
From the east to the western shores
(Knives, knives in the sink) where it stops as the sun sets
(Knives, knives in the sink)
(Knives, knives in the sink) and rests, and rests, and rests yet