Picking my mind, like a crow picks a pine
when you open the door, there are ten more inside
and it goes on and on and on and on
a verbal eclipse and a mid-tempo riot
you are moving your lips cause
you can't stand the silence
and it goes on and on and on and on
you asked me something, that I considered
and having giving this a thought I just don't know
can you settle with a dunno
i'm not insensitive to your feelings
it's just that every time i'm asked idunno
can you settle with a dunno
i'm indecisive but i'm consistent
at least when it comes to telling you that idunno
it's like a sea-saw what i'm feeling
bouncing up and down
cruise controlled eyes as the clouds drift by
in a whirl of ideas it's the worst that comes out
and it goes on and on and on and on
kissing your smile cause your teeth are so white
and your tongue is plush and your pipes are so loud