You know like the back of your hand who let them 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 got me into this mess. Fools rushing in. Yeah, and they know it. The seeds of the dandelion you 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. Well you know it. Who let them in? 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.
