All the words sound so accidental
Rise and fall like an old balloon
All 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 goodbye

When you speak to me
I speak to you pleasantly
Where's the knife, wheres the fire?

Run away
Like I'm some holiday
Where's the knife, wheres the fire?
Am i saint or a liar?
Where's the knife?

I won't question your opinion
I can't even disagree
You touch on all my trouble
Expecting nothing more from me.

I'm eager for your answers
Just like some baby bird
My mouth is so wide open
For what you think you might've heard

When you speak to me
I speak to you pleasantly
Where's the knife, wheres the fire?

Run away
Like I'm some holiday
Where's the knife, wheres the fire?
Am i saint or a liar?
Where's the knife?