Accidental - Inara George, Van Dyke Parks

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?