Knife Fight

I woke up thinking about the knife fight I saw in Istanbul The fellas left together laughing and bleeding Oh, and the moon was full It all happened in The Little Wing Café It's easy to find Just follow the sound of backwards guitars and screaming And there you are But why is it on my mind? Is it 'cause we Communicate disastrously? I want you, I love you, I need you What's that supposed to mean? We burn so very, very brightly Scares me to death Is this our Chandrasekhar limit? Oh, say it under your breath Next time I drive you to distraction Let's spark up a flash And we'll park in the mist, by the yawning abyss And list all of the stupid We've ever said to each other and laugh Even when we Communicate disastrously I want you, I love you, I need you Yeah Hallelujah, buy us a pint Hallelujah, buy us a pint Hallelujah, buy us a pint Hallelujah, buy us a pint Hallelujah, buy us a pint Hallelujah, buy us a pint Hallelujah, buy us a pint Amen (woo!)