Inara George Follow

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 pleasently.
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 you 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 pleasently.
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?