I can’t be so sure
Down by the shore
I’m gonna go straighten out my blood
I was having a smoke out in the snow
You can never trust the folks you know
You were in the bath talking about your sister
As I hung out on the banister
Why would I steal what you’d still own
My mind is sealed, my lips are blown
An invitation to your unveiling
With a green Munch behind the railing
It’s not your fault, you’re not to blame
Enthusiasm always wanes
Now I’m staring at your shirtsleeves
And they’re looking like parentheses