Cameron Mizell - A Clown and His Pipe lyrics

[Intro] 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] 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 out to the last, a drop of fluency To carve ink into these precious words To dedicate a thought in desperation [Chorus] We could light a fire and forge a silver tongue 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] 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 (I'd rather not) But I'll take every breath I'll make every breath a piper, charming flames Singing and dancing, out from their smoldering bed [Chorus] [Break] Swallow the pen (swallow the pen) Devour the sword (devour the sword) Inhale the proverbs whole Spinning on static, gouged before the peak In this chaos of frequencies it's so hard to speak Now it's so hard to speak This noise is nameless Stumbling like a beggar Desperate for some kind of change [Chorus]