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