And another's in the house Not a thing is coming out Waving all your little arms Pulling down on your alarms Could you trust what's going on? Could you just go lead me on? I am trying to believe that you are trying to perceive: That you've got nothing on you now. And even if you flesh it out, Not a blame is in this world, So not a blame is on this girl. What a chain of sad events. What an awful accident. It's a substance that will stick, But there is light in all of this. Off and on and dwelled upon. She's got that "ooh" in your "ooh". Full of permanence and moving on. She's got that "ooh" in our "ooh". I am crying on your bandaged arm. She's got that. What's your waveform? It comes and it goes and it cannot clear. Where did your confidence go, Your confidence go? And you're moving so weird and alone and you will not speak. And my confidence goes. My confidence goes.