Late night walk, You're not allowed to talk. About shape and form, About my surface rust. I'll be sure not to sing your praise too loud, And i'll be sure not to build you up too fast, And i'll be sure not to say your name at all, And i'll be sure not to build you up too fast. You've got those sculptor's hands, You've got those lonely eyes, You're filled with reprimands, Inside iron casts, beneath steel masks. And i'll be sure not to sing your praise too loud, And i'll be sure not to build you up too fast, And i'll be sure not to say your name at all, And i'll be sure not to build you up too fast. I feel all alone, I tell you on the telephone. I feel all alone, I tell you on the telephone. I'll be sure not to sing your praise too loud, And i'll be sure not to build you up too fast. Mid-day meal, super deal. Crack and ship, things will kick. I'll be sure not to build you up too fast. And i'll be sure not to sing your praise too loud, And i'll be sure not to say your name at all, And i'll be sure not to build you up too fast.