Forks And Knives (La Fete)

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 raves
That makes the days go on this way

I heard the sad sound of words
Spoken from a bee to the wise old bird
Uptown, where the streets are kept to a flow
Our ground never leaves me alive

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