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 raves

That makes the days go on this wayI heard the sad sound of words

Spoken from a beak of a wise old bird

Uptown, the streets are kept afloat

And that girl never leaves me aloneHe 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

Songwriters

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