Forks and Knives (La Fête)

Uptown, the street's in a calming way

And outside it's warm as a bed with a maid

And I find

It's all waves and rays, that makes the days go on this way

I heard the sad sound of words

Spoken from a beak of a wise old bird

Uptown where the streets are kept afloat

High ground never leaves me alert

And of course my childhood, forks and knives

He means well, saying

Forks and knives and then a hospital bed

Where I turned my life over and over again