You let me slide, baby

On a sheet of thin ice

Askin' no questions 

And receiving no lies



You speak to me in parables

You manufacture truth

My time is your's

Just wake me up when you're through



You tell me what I do. 

You tell me what I think. 

But you don't know a thing about me



You read me the future 

From the palm of my hand

You plunge new depths 

To remain in my plans



You draw your conclusions 

From imaginary scenes 

And piss your confusion 

Into the stream



You're hurlin' it hard what you believe to be true

But you don't know a thing about me



Last, lovely, night

My skin was bare

The cool wind satisfied

I stood at the edge

Loosened a wing and braced for flight



Long live the night! 

Next of kin had not been notified

I soared like a bird

The light of the moon's

The light of my life



I'll tell you anything

that you'd like to hear 



But you don't know a thing about me