You know like the back of your hand
Who let 'em in?
You got me into this mess
So you get me out
You know like the back of your hand
Your bell jar
Your collection
Ingenue
You got me into this mess
Fools rushing in, yeah...
And they know it
The seeds of the dandelion you blow away
In good time I hope, I pray
If I'm not there now, physically
I'm always before you, come what may
And you know it
Fools rushing in, yeah...
Well you know it
Who let them in?
Yeah... well you know it
Gone with a touch of your...
Gone with a touch of your hand
Move through the moment
Though it betrays transformations
Jackals and flames
If I knew now what I knew then
I mistake all you say
The seeds of the dandelion you blow away