Ingenue

You get me out...

You know like the back of your hand
Who let me 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 know 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
Well you know it
Who let them in?
Well you know it
Gone with a touch of your hand
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