Hands Like Houses - A Clown and His Pipe lyrics

There's better ways for us to waste our days
Than returning stares that we
Borrowed for too long
For too long, swallowed up by an empty page

What starvation feeds you
Devourer of the words of a
Thousand authors and poets alike?
Wells have emptied to wet your thirst
So I'll shake down to the last
A drop of fluency just to carve
Ink into these precious words
To dedicate a thought in desperation

We could light a fire and
Forge a silver tongue
And drawn beneath our blunt remarks
Fashioned from all of our meaningless change
What would it take
To pry these ragged teeth
To tear these jaws apart?
What would it prove
To wrench them from my heels
To shed them from my heart?

Swallowing swords
Sharpened by turning cheeks between blows
I feel this is better left a performers art
It's a narrow throat that keeps a
Razor's edge from the heart
I'd rather not speak in tongues
But I'll make every breath
I'll make every breath a piper
Charming flames singing and dancing, oh
Out from their smoldering bed

We could light a fire and
Forge a silver tongue
And drawn beneath our blunt remarks
Fashioned from all of our meaningless change
What would it take
To pry these ragged teeth
To tear these jaws apart?
What would it prove
To wrench them from my heels
To shed them from my heart?

(Swallow the pen, devour the sword)
Swallow the pen, now I devour the sword
Inhale the proverbs whole
Spinning on static, gouged before the peak
Oh, in this chaos of frequencies
It's so hard to speak
Now it's so hard to speak
This noise is nameless
It's stumbling like a beggar
Desperate for some kind of change

We could light a fire and
Forge a silver tongue
And drawn beneath our blunt remarks
Fashioned from all of our meaningless change
What would it take
To pry these ragged teeth
To tear these jaws apart?
What would it prove
To wrench them from my heels
To shed them from my heart?