Lyrics

All the words sound so accidental Rise and fall like an old balloon Oh, my words and my marble-heavy mind Wasting time All wasted on instructions For you to carry me around You pay me attentions Then wave me off with a good bye When you speak to me I speak too pleasantly Where's the knife? Where's the fire? Run away like I'm some holiday Where's the knife? Where's the fire? Am I a saint or a liar? Where's the knife? Where's the fire? I won't question your opinion I can't even disagree You touch on all my troubles Expecting nothing more from me I am eager for your answer It is just like some baby bird My mouth is so wide open For what you think you might have heard When you speak to me I speak too pleasantly Where's the knife? Where's the fire? Run away like I'm some holiday Where's the knife? Where's the fire? Am I a saint or a liar? Where's the knife? Where's the fire?