Although, you did all you can to explain
That nights aren't always the same
I stood still but now I'm sure,
That you're emotionally immature
— Is it because of the clothes you wear ?
I'd say no
— Is it the way you cut your hair ?
Just let go
— Is it those electric boots ?
I don't know
— Or because of this mohair suit ?
If you say so
Come here, let me see your dirty hands
Palmistry – you don't understand
But there is this photo of you
Sometimes I can see through
That something's about to bloom,
It's true
In confidence with countless distinct characters,
Created by Fear itself
— Mother of all Evil,
Calm down, Joe
— I wonder how they evolve
I don't know
— Can they turn my sins into Gold ?
I guess not
— I lied about that centerfold
Shut the fuck up !
Although, you did all you can to explain
That night's aren't always the same
But there is this photo of you
Sometimes I can see through
That something's about to bloom,
It's true
