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