Forks and Knives (La Fête)

Uptown, the street's in a calming way And outside is warm as a bed with a maid And I find it's all our 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, the streets are kept afloat Our ground never leaves me alone He means well, saying I've got stories of wine, superb And of course my childhood, forks and knives And a hospital bed, where I turned my life over and over again