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
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