Ingénue

You know like the back of your hand
Who let ‘em in?
You got me into this mess
So you get me out

You know like the back of your hand
Your belljar
Your collection
Ingénue

You got me into this mess
Fools rushing in, yeah
And they know it

The seeds of the dandelion
You blow away
In good time
I hope, I pray

If I’m not there now
Physically
I’m always before you
Come what may

And you know it
Fools rushing in yeah
Well you know it

Who let them in?
Yeah
Well you know it
Gone with a touch of your hand
Gone with a touch of your hand

Move through the moment
Though it betrays
Transformations
Jackals and flames

If I knew now what I knew then
Just give me more time
I hope and pray
I mistake all you say
The seeds of the dandelion you blow away