Sting

Lyrics

I was born a side-knife in a white, lost city
Slept in the root-tangle for a dead century
Until a soft little hand pulled me out of the dirt
I am exactly fifteen inches of cold leaf-work
I know the rotting things by the shape of their tread
I wake up like ice in the underground bed

I was made to catch the monsters in the trees
To burn a bright blue for the crawling disease
But my terror is the quiet in the middle of my spine
When the danger is a circle, and the shadow is a line
I can't glow for the heavy gold around your neck
I stay totally silver while you lose your step

Your knuckles tighten before your eyes even see
The pale sapphire shifting as you start to breathe
The muscle knows the warning before the mind catches up
But I am just an edge, I cannot empty the cup
I severed the webs, I bit the swollen hide
But I am absolutely dark for the ghost you hold inside

I was made to catch the monsters in the trees
To burn a bright blue for the crawling disease
But my terror is the quiet in the middle of my spine
When the danger is a circle, and the shadow is a line
I can't glow for the heavy gold around your neck
I stay totally silver while you lose your step

You wipe the ash away and lay me on your knee
You stare at the steel, but you're not seeing me
I am an ancient alarm that only triggers for the flesh
While the invisible gravity pulls you through the mesh

I want to burn blue for the thing in your pocket
I want to swing at the chain and the locket
But I am quiet
I am perfectly plain
Just a small, sharp weight in a fading hand
I don't know how to cut the dark that matters