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