They've been circling
They've been circling
Since the day they were bornIt's disturbing
How they're circling
Fifty feet from the pondPretty often
Pretty often
I don't want to be toldIt's a problem
It's a problem
It's a problem I know
And I won't keep what I can't catch in my bare hands without a net
It's hard enough to walk on grass so conscious of the consequences
They've been jerking
They've been jerking
In a pail by the dockI know that oxygen might
Make them blossom and die
But I'm not going to talkFeed them details
Feed them emails
They'll eventually growBut it's not working
It's not working
Not as far as I knowAnd killing things is not so hard it's hurting that's the hardest part
And when the wizard gets to me I'm asking for a smaller heartAnd I got you
I thought that I got you
now I'll ruin it all
Feeling helpless
Acting selfish
Being human and allAnd they're jumping
And they're jumping
But they'll never get outJust keep touring
Just keep on ignoring
Be a good little troutAnd the butcher stops and winds his watch and lays their lives down on the block
He raises up his hatchet and the big hand strikes a compromiseWait, we'll trade you
WaitPlease just one more day
And then we'll go with no complaining
No complaining
No complaining
No complaining
Stop
ComeAnd they're cutting
And they're cutting
And I think that I know
And they're gutting
And they're gutting
And I think that I know
And it's beating
Look, it's beating
And I don't want to know
And it's beating
Look, it's still beating
God, I don't want to knowAnd killing things is not so hard
It's hurting that's the hardest part
And when the wizard gets to me
I'm asking for a smaller heart
And if he tells me "no"
I'll hold my breath until I hit the floor
Eventually I'm know I'm doomed
To get what I am asking forNow my heart is exactly the size
Of a six-sided die cut in half
Made of ruby red stained glassCan I knock you unconscious as long as I promise
I'll love you and I'll make you laugh?
Now my heart is exactly the size
Of a six-sided die cut in half
Made of ruby red stained glass
Can I knock you unconscious as long as I promise
I'll love you and I'll make you laugh?
