The case flies open on a new set of work
a 180 degree turn
A point of caution fundamentally flirt
with yesterday
Your picture's in the paper on a 7-year dirt(?)
on a holiday, on a Sunday, 'cause now-a-day by the way 
of faded anyway
You never cease to amaze me
Talking like someone just turned you around and out
My list it goes on and on and on
A pencilled-in mustache and a box full of secrets
the strings are secure
I spent three years waiting for the time I was wanting
with the light in my head turned off
The mirror it shattered and the plot it thickened
on a holiday, on a Sunday, 'cause now-a-day by the way 
of faded anyway
You never cease to amaze me
Talking like someone just turned you around and out
My list it goes on, my list it goes on, my list it goes 
on and on and on
In a round-about way all the minds have been tested
in the doorways, in the hallways
It was a simple borrowed question from the facts that 
it derives
the house was built on sand
The changes keep them thinking and it keeps them on 
their toes
in the hallways and the doorways
You never cease to amaze me
Talking like someone just turned you around and out
My list it goes on and on and on