Girl inform me all my senses warn me

Your clever eyes could easily disguise

Some backwards purpose

It's enough to make me nervous.

Do you harbor sighs, or spit in my eye



But your lips when we speak

Are the valleys and peaks of a mountain range on fire.

So let me walk these coals till you believe

I can cut the mustard well enough

Cause you know as soon as breathe we scrutinize



Unknown quotients, you must be using potions

How else could you tie my head to the sky

This new convection has left me wondering why

I can't concern myself with ordinary tripe.



Like what's this morning's paper got to say

And which brand of coffee to make

This is no umbrella to take into the wind

And before we begin is there nothing to kill this anxiety.



But your lips when we speak

Are the valleys and peaks of a mountain range on fire.

So let me walk these coals till you believe

I can cut the mustard well enough

Cause you know as soon as breathe we scrutinize

The paint away.