You know like the back of your hand
Who let em 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
Yeah
Well you know it.

Who let them in?
Yeah


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