They’ve been circling, they’ve been circling
Since the day they were born
It’s disturbing
How they’re circling fifty feet from the pond
Pretty often, Pretty often
I don’t want to be told
It’s 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 dock
I know that oxygen might make them blossom and die
But I'm not gonna talk
Feed them details
Feed them emails
They’ll eventually grow
But it’s not working, it’s not working
Not as far as I know
And 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 I got you
I thought that I caught you
Now I’ll ruin it all
Feeling helpless, acting selfish
Being human at all
And they’re jumping, and they’re jumping
But they’ll never get out
Just keep touring, just keep on ignoring
Be a good little trout
And 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 compromise
Wait we’ll trade you, wait
Please just one more day
And then we’ll go with
No complaining
No complaining
No complaining
Stop
Come
And 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 know
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 know I’m doomed
To get what I am asking for
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
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