With a switch knife he cut his lip And gave me a rubella red kiss His hands sway with my hips until we're both too drunk to dance He thought maybe in another life I could have been the misfit's wife And when his ghost moves on, he'll come back as a wild dog One year later, he was gone He never came back from the war My love never came back from the war Love is nothing you can hold or have Like a secret whispered in my hand Still I carry a piece of him Saved all his letters in a reefer tin Kept his switch knife in my winter coat And when I walk from the train alone In the palm of my sweaty hand I hold that knife and think of him A few letters and his ghost Were all that came back from the war My love never came back from the war Stepped off the train into the evening air The creak and clank of the platform stairs A stranger's steps fell close behind A gloved hand grabbed my arm tight My wrist twisted out my switch knife And caught the blare of the street lamp's light Before I thrust it in that stranger's throat I heard a wild dog moan low The warm kiss on my knife and wrist It's like you came back from the war My love it's like you came back from the war