You let me slide, baby,
On a sheet of thin ice.
Askin' no questions
And receiving no lies.
You speak to me in parables,
You manufacture truth -
My time is your's,
Just wake me up when you're through.
You tell me what I do.
You tell me what I think.
But you don't know a thing about me.
You read me the future
From the palm of my hand.
You plunge new depths
To remain in my plans. [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/g/gone_jackals/you_dont_know_a_thing_about_me.html ]
You draw your conclusions
From imaginary scenes
And piss your confusion
Into the stream.
You're hurlin' it hard,
What you believe to be true.
But you don't know a thing about me.
Last, lovely, night
My skin was bare,
The cool wind satisfied.
I stood at the edge,
Loosened a wing
And braced for flight.
Long live the night!
Next of kin
Had not been notified -
I soared like a bird.
The light of the moon's
The light of my life.