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 get 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
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
Just give me more time I hope and pray
I mistake all you say
The seeds of the dandelion you blow away