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 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 dock
I know that oxygen might make them blossom & die
But I'm not going to talk
Feed them details, feed them e-mails
They'll eventually grow
It's not working, it's not working
Not as far as I 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 I got you, and I got you
Now I'll ruin it all
Feeling helpless, acting selfish
Being human and all
And they're jumping, and they're jumping
But they'll never get out
Just keep touring, keep ignoring
Be a good little trout
The butcher stops and winds the clock
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 complaining...
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, it's still beating
And I think that I 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?
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 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 dock
I know that oxygen might make them blossom & die
But I'm not going to talk
Feed them details, feed them e-mails
They'll eventually grow
It's not working, it's not working
Not as far as I 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 I got you, and I got you
Now I'll ruin it all
Feeling helpless, acting selfish
Being human and all
And they're jumping, and they're jumping
But they'll never get out
Just keep touring, keep ignoring
Be a good little trout
The butcher stops and winds the clock
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 complaining...
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, it's still beating
And I think that I 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?