I can't be so sure I can't be so sure Down by the shore Down by the shore I'm gonna go straighten out my blood I was having a smoke out in the snow You can never trust the folks you know You were in the bath talking about your sister And I hung out on the banister Why would I steal what you'd still own? My mind is sealed, my lips are sown It was an invitation to your unveiling With a green Munch behind the railing It's not your fault, you're not to blame Enthusiasm always wanes Now, I'm staring at your shirtsleeves And they're looking like parentheses