| Song | Sharpest Blade |
| Artist | Over the Rhine |
| Album | The Long Surrende |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| There was a time | |
| I could sleep anywhere­­— | |
| My feet on a chair, | |
| My heart in the woods; | |
| But love was aloof, | |
| Just a beggar for tips | |
| A mime on whose lips | |
| No promises stood | |
| But you can cut me quick | |
| In the light of the shade, | |
| With the edge of the green | |
| Of the yard's sharpest blade; | |
| When nothing I knew | |
| Was all that it seemed | |
| I still dreamed | |
| Of a love to outlive us | |
| I still prayed | |
| That this night would outlast us | |
| And redeem some small thing | |
| Far beyond me | |
| Blossoms begin | |
| Like the tip of a spear, | |
| Or the curve of a tear | |
| From a soldier who weeps; | |
| Seducing the guard | |
| Of lost years falling by­­— | |
| As flowers to lie | |
| On the dead feigning sleep | |
| But you cut me quick | |
| In the light of the shade, | |
| On the edge of the green | |
| Of the yard's dark parade; | |
| When nothing we knew | |
| Was all that it seemed | |
| I still dreamed | |
| Of a love to outlive us | |
| I still prayed | |
| That this night would forgive us | |
| And redeem some small thing | |
| Far beyond me | |
| But you cut me quick | |
| In the light of the shade, | |
| On the edge of the green | |
| Of the yard's sharpest blade; | |
| When nothing we knew | |
| Was all that it seemed | |
| I still dreamed | |
| Of a love to outlive us | |
| I still prayed | |
| That this night will convince us | |
| And redeem some small thing | |
| Far beyond me |
| There was a time | |
| I could sleep anywhere shy shy | |
| My feet on a chair, | |
| My heart in the woods | |
| But love was aloof, | |
| Just a beggar for tips | |
| A mime on whose lips | |
| No promises stood | |
| But you can cut me quick | |
| In the light of the shade, | |
| With the edge of the green | |
| Of the yard' s sharpest blade | |
| When nothing I knew | |
| Was all that it seemed | |
| I still dreamed | |
| Of a love to outlive us | |
| I still prayed | |
| That this night would outlast us | |
| And redeem some small thing | |
| Far beyond me | |
| Blossoms begin | |
| Like the tip of a spear, | |
| Or the curve of a tear | |
| From a soldier who weeps | |
| Seducing the guard | |
| Of lost years falling by shy shy | |
| As flowers to lie | |
| On the dead feigning sleep | |
| But you cut me quick | |
| In the light of the shade, | |
| On the edge of the green | |
| Of the yard' s dark parade | |
| When nothing we knew | |
| Was all that it seemed | |
| I still dreamed | |
| Of a love to outlive us | |
| I still prayed | |
| That this night would forgive us | |
| And redeem some small thing | |
| Far beyond me | |
| But you cut me quick | |
| In the light of the shade, | |
| On the edge of the green | |
| Of the yard' s sharpest blade | |
| When nothing we knew | |
| Was all that it seemed | |
| I still dreamed | |
| Of a love to outlive us | |
| I still prayed | |
| That this night will convince us | |
| And redeem some small thing | |
| Far beyond me |
| There was a time | |
| I could sleep anywhere shy shy | |
| My feet on a chair, | |
| My heart in the woods | |
| But love was aloof, | |
| Just a beggar for tips | |
| A mime on whose lips | |
| No promises stood | |
| But you can cut me quick | |
| In the light of the shade, | |
| With the edge of the green | |
| Of the yard' s sharpest blade | |
| When nothing I knew | |
| Was all that it seemed | |
| I still dreamed | |
| Of a love to outlive us | |
| I still prayed | |
| That this night would outlast us | |
| And redeem some small thing | |
| Far beyond me | |
| Blossoms begin | |
| Like the tip of a spear, | |
| Or the curve of a tear | |
| From a soldier who weeps | |
| Seducing the guard | |
| Of lost years falling by shy shy | |
| As flowers to lie | |
| On the dead feigning sleep | |
| But you cut me quick | |
| In the light of the shade, | |
| On the edge of the green | |
| Of the yard' s dark parade | |
| When nothing we knew | |
| Was all that it seemed | |
| I still dreamed | |
| Of a love to outlive us | |
| I still prayed | |
| That this night would forgive us | |
| And redeem some small thing | |
| Far beyond me | |
| But you cut me quick | |
| In the light of the shade, | |
| On the edge of the green | |
| Of the yard' s sharpest blade | |
| When nothing we knew | |
| Was all that it seemed | |
| I still dreamed | |
| Of a love to outlive us | |
| I still prayed | |
| That this night will convince us | |
| And redeem some small thing | |
| Far beyond me |