King Street

Cynical, cyclical Not enough to know better You've been told that less gets cold When you leave it on the letter If you bite on the hand that feeds you, that's fine Throw it away for the sake of a lifeline 'Cause there's never a hunger like the night time That the day, oh the day, oh the day, oh the day leaves Settling, meddling She can move you like the weather Another word, it changes things And you're back into it headfirst Tell me does it hurt the way that I do Take me back to the time that I first tried you If you bite on the hand that feeds you, that's fine Throw it away for the sake of a lifeline 'Cause there's never a hunger like the night time That the day, oh the day, oh the day, oh the day, leaves If you need anybody to hold you, it's alright But why would it be different this time? If you bite on the hand that feeds you, that's fine Throw it away for the sake of a lifeline 'Cause there's never a hunger like the night time That the day, oh the day, oh the day, oh the day, leaves