And the case is in your head



And it's playing different sides now



Like the fishers of men and the men



And the lawyers in their places 



At a table next to you



Making passions for some jury



Who have got an awful lot to chew...



So let's put it in a shoebox



Take it all the way upstairs



Find the deepest darkest closet



In the basement of a jail



Where the guards just scream all day into your face



(As you realize its love you keep this way)



"If this is love, you better pray for some escape"



Did my baby ever wonder?



I was born with every clue



Was it ever any question?



I would leave each one confused?



And I got nothing but minutes



End to end ahead of me



(And no more reasons rhyme)



And I haven't got the answers



But I'm asking all the time



Did my mama ever question?



I was always going to



Was it ever any wonder?



I was born with things to do