A Clown and His Pipe lyrics

[Intro: Trenton Woodley, Tom Byrne]
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

[Verse 1: Trenton Woodley]
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

[Pre-Chorus: Tom Byrne]
A drop of fluency just to carve ink into these precious words
To dedicate a thought in desperation

[Chorus: Tom Byrne, Trenton Woodley]
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?

[Verse 2: Trenton Woodley, Tom Byrne]
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
[Bridge: Trenton Woodley, Tom Byrne]
From the heart
A razor's edge from the heart
I'd rather not speak in tongues
I'll make every breath

[Pre-Chorus: Tom Byrne, Trenton Woodley]
I'll make every breath a piper, charming flames (Whoa-oh)
Singing and dancing, oh, out from their smoldering bed

[Chorus: Trenton Woodley, Tom Byrne]
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?

[Bridge: Trenton Woodley, Bahador Borhani]
(Swallow the pen) Swallow the pen
(Devour the sword) And now I devour the sword
Inhale the proverbs whole
Spinning on static (Swallow the pen)
Gouged before the peak (Devour the sword)
Oh, in this chaos of frequencies (Inhale the proverbs whole)
It's so hard to speak, now it's so hard to speak
[Pre-Chorus: Tom Byrne]
This noise is nameless, it's stumbling like a beggar
Desperate for some kind of change

[Chorus: Tom Byrne, Trenton Woodley]
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?