You let me slide, baby,
on a sheet of thin ice.
Askin' no questions
and receiving no lies.

You speak at me in parables,
your manufacture truth -
my time is yours,
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 conclusion
from imaginary scenes
and piss your confusion
into the stream.

You're hurlin' it hard,
what to 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