The Essex Green Follow

Two feet caught in the shadows, caught in the shadow show
(Please tell me what is going on)
Oh, I can't, it's nothing I've known
Signing shapes in the moonlight, keeping the laughter low
(Please tell me what's going on)

Oh, I can't, it's convoluted
A change of mind today for certain
I know the book, I think I wrote it
The author's dead, it's fiction
One, oh, one

Seething snakes in the grass, snakes in our own backyard
(Everyone's on the telephone)
I'll be sure to overhear them
Enter loping in Latin, the altar boys all know
(Please tell me what's going on)

Oh, I can't, it's convoluted
A change of mind today for certain
I know the book, I think I wrote it
The author's dead, it's fiction

So go ahead eight times a day
So go ahead and tell me what you want

Two keys twisted and turned, stuck in our own front door
(Please tell me what's going on)
Oh, I can't, it's nothing I've known
Leaving notes in the carpet, reading them on the floor
(Please tell me what's going on)

Oh, I can't, it's convoluted
A change of mind today for certain
I know the book, I think I wrote it
The author's dead, the author's dead, it's fiction

I can't, I can't, it's convoluted
A change of mind today for certain
I know the book, I think I wrote it
The author's dead, it's fiction
One, oh, one