Lyrics
No crowd tonight Just the truth and the woodgrain Bare bulb swingin’ over an old pine table Dust in the jar and the floorboards unstable Rain on the tin like it knows my name I been holdin’ still, but I ain’t been tame Smoke in the sleeve, cut line on the thumb Some things heal crooked and still get done No loud exit, no big goodbye Just a house full of ghosts and a pulse that won’t lie Quiet like a knife Quiet like a knife No need to shout when the edge cuts right Quiet like a knife I don’t need thunder to take back mine Just one cold truth in the dead of night When the room leans close, I don’t blink, I bite Quiet like a knife Burn mark black on the back porch rail Old boot dust in a rusted nail Wind through the screen makes a low complaint I quit askin’ pain to become a saint Half drank glass and a chair turned wrong Whole life bent me and it made me strong Not clean, not new, not easy to love But I stayed when the pretty things gave up Let the silence try me Let it press and pry I got scars that don’t speak loud Still they testify Quiet like a knife Quiet like a knife No need to shout when the edge cuts right Quiet like a knife I don’t need thunder to take back mine Just one cold truth in the dead of night When the room leans close, I don’t blink, I bite Quiet like a knife I was never built for clean redemption Never fit inside that kind of light But if the dark wants one more confession It can have my voice, not my life Quiet like a knife Quiet like a knife No need to shout when the edge cuts right Quiet like a knife I don’t need thunder to take back mine Just one cold truth in the dead of night When the room leans close, I don’t blink, I bite Quiet like a knife Rain on the roof Steel in the spine
Lyrics
No crowd tonight Just the truth and the woodgrain Bare bulb swingin’ over an old pine table Dust in the jar and the floorboards unstable Rain on the tin like it knows my name I been holdin’ still, but I ain’t been tame Smoke in the sleeve, cut line on the thumb Some things heal crooked and still get done No loud exit, no big goodbye Just a house full of ghosts and a pulse that won’t lie Quiet like a knife Quiet like a knife No need to shout when the edge cuts right Quiet like a knife I don’t need thunder to take back mine Just one cold truth in the dead of night When the room leans close, I don’t blink, I bite Quiet like a knife Burn mark black on the back porch rail Old boot dust in a rusted nail Wind through the screen makes a low complaint I quit askin’ pain to become a saint Half drank glass and a chair turned wrong Whole life bent me and it made me strong Not clean, not new, not easy to love But I stayed when the pretty things gave up Let the silence try me Let it press and pry I got scars that don’t speak loud Still they testify Quiet like a knife Quiet like a knife No need to shout when the edge cuts right Quiet like a knife I don’t need thunder to take back mine Just one cold truth in the dead of night When the room leans close, I don’t blink, I bite Quiet like a knife I was never built for clean redemption Never fit inside that kind of light But if the dark wants one more confession It can have my voice, not my life Quiet like a knife Quiet like a knife No need to shout when the edge cuts right Quiet like a knife I don’t need thunder to take back mine Just one cold truth in the dead of night When the room leans close, I don’t blink, I bite Quiet like a knife Rain on the roof Steel in the spine
