Switchblade, Switchblade, my lovely friend.
I held you so close we two till the bitter end.
One pierce, one cut was one was one too much.
For you, my love: I offer my blood.
Pen knife, pen knife – c'mon All, cheer!
For the words we sing conjures tears.
One word. A mutter with such restrain.
For me, my love, scribe me your pain?
Stiletto, my stiletto!
Will I, may I? See you again tomorrow?
One on one – We two in your room.
For we need not be bride or groom.
One pierce, one cut was one too much.
For you, my love: I offer my blood.
My blood.
My blood.
My blood.

Sail away from the cries of your cynical thoughts
Sail away from the hurry to prove them wrong
Sail away from the voices who can't help but bring you down Let them think they know something
Then sail away
Sail away from the land where your dreams seem unreal
Sail away to where you don't have to do, where you only have to be Sail away from the striving
Sail away from the struggle
Sail away to the heavens, they're right here in your hands
Sail away to better lands