The case flies open on a new set of work
A hundred and eighty degree turn
The point of caution and fundamentally flirt
With yesterday

Your picture's in the paper
On a seven year [Incomprehensible]
On a holiday on a Sunday
There's now a day, by the way I'm faded anyway

You never cease to amaze me
Talking like someone
Just turned you around and how
My instinct goes on and on and on

[Incomprehensible] in mustache and a box full of secrets
The string's are secure
I spent three years waiting for the time I was wanting
And the light in my head turned off

The mirror, it shattered and the plot, it thickened
On a holiday on a Sunday
There's now a day
By the way I'm faded anyway

You never cease to amaze me
Talking like someone
Just turned you around and how
My instinct goes on and on and on

In a round about way of the mount if contested
In the doorway, in the hallways
Is a simple borrowed question from the facts that it derives
The house was built on sand

The changes keep on thinking
And it keeps among their toes
In the hallway, in the doorway

You never cease to amaze me
Talking like someone
Just turned you around and how