Lyrics Accidental - Inara George, Van Dyke Parks

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?