Pacing to and fro like a lion in its cage
It's getting dark, it's getting late
To escape Aim at the moon if you want to hit that star
I should have left the door ajar for you
You're such a mess, it's hard to guess
But you won't just pass this will you?
Oh oh oh-oh-oh Oh oh oh-oh-oh
I'm afraid, the reason
why you should have said the truth.
Today your mind is swelling like a parachute.
I won't dwell on the topitude you're going through.
You're such a mess,
it hurts to guess,
but you won't confess,
will you?
You were born with lame excuses, I'm afraid,
the reason why you should have said the truth.
Today your mind is swelling like a parachute.
I won't dwell on the topitude you're going
through...
You're going,
you're going,
you're going,
you're going through...