My open lists are yearning for your anxious meal
Some call it influence while others slowy learn to steal
And the fictional curtains have turned to glass
So what do you mean, what you want, what do you like?
You don't know, you don't know
When we met, I searched for a better night
Not the first or last to wait, wait behind
A fire's what I leave with mirrors who decide
I crush the kiss and dream of you and I
And that's all I know
You can run but you can never ever live a life,
You stay and talk about your mother's favorite life
It's paid for to watch all the worried kind
Say what you want, what do you mean, what do you like?
'Cause you don't know, you don't know
Her man's a chameleon in my pants,
She dresses him well though now it's just photographs
Even though polite, I didn't seem to quite win
I got the lizard eyes, like a surgical dying gift