If I seize the day, hide it in the rain
Later I'll behave, and maybe I'll say
Come over for tea, and I'll try to be
A normality for once and I
Think that if you knew, all that I could do
To melt you away, and bury your trace
To get you out of my place, well then
You'd leave me no choice but to do things a certain way
If I sit inside, waiting for the prey
Will it come over? Will it come over
But it doesn't matter, cause
I don't like to play these dangerous games
As strange as it seems, you're either lucky or late
So I clean off my face, and crush it to paste
They say it's sort of got a funny taste
Gonna see the parade, the talk of the town
Oh, you mean Mrs. Jane? Haven't seen her around
She grew haughty and crazed, and she left me
No choice but to do things a certain way
If I sit inside, waiting for the prey
Will it come over? Will it come over
If I sit inside, waiting for the prey
Will it come over? Will it come over
But it doesn't matter, cause