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?

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