Sed Knife Songtext / Lyric

It's coming up

On Tuesday

You know it ain't hard

To eat from my own plate

It's kind of funny

To look back on a life

That you just cannot change



This sedentary knife

You know it cuts

Straight in the line

Between you and I

This sedentary knife






To walk around

With no sound

But still to hear what comes in

Through those walls

Someone's crying

Just trying now to record

The sound of their own voice

But I know...



That this sedentary knife

You know it cuts

Straight on the line

Between you and I

This sedentary knife



It cuts

Right on, that line

Can you tell me why?