Leftovers کے بول

I can hear you in a low undertone you are whispering in my ear we are safe, we are safe but are we lost I can't help but think we're here and we eat and we take and we lick every last bit from everybody's plate but there's no leftovers no leftovers here I'm a liar, i'm a thief is there more you wanna see I wear teeth around my neck and I come in peace, my dear I can feel you in a slow spring motion you are simmering inside we are sane, we are sane, but aren't we lost I can't help but think to clear I'm a liar, i'm a thief is there more you wanna see I wear flowers 'round my neck and I keep good company, my dear