Rebecca Martin - On a Rooftop lyrics

In the hands of mystic minds Paper Musings Words that might offer meaning Last night behind forlorn walls In the silence I saw it all Sharpened knives for bleeding hearts On a roof top Over street lamps There's a garden in an inkwell I wonder how deep I'm in Or which way I'll be directed North or south East or West The sum of perfect design Words are ruthless Deeds are land mines On the rolling hills of the pages