You let me slide, baby,
On a sheet of thin ice.
Askin' no questions
And receiving no lies.
You speak to me in parables,
You manufacture truth -
My time is your's,
Just wake me up when you're through.

You tell me what I do.
You tell me what I think.
But you don't know a thing about me.

You read me the future
From the palm of my hand.
You plunge new depths
To remain in my plans.
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You draw your conclusions
From imaginary scenes
And piss your confusion
Into the stream.

You're hurlin' it hard,
What you believe to be true.
But you don't know a thing about me.

Last, lovely, night
My skin was bare,
The cool wind satisfied.
I stood at the edge,
Loosened a wing
And braced for flight.

Long live the night!
Next of kin
Had not been notified -
I soared like a bird.
The light of the moon's
The light of my life.

I'll tell you anything
That you'd like to hear

But you don't know a thing about me.