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