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? Where's the knife? I won't question your opinions. I can't even disagree. You touch on all my troubles Expecting nothing more from me. I am eager for your answer. It's 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? Where's the knife?