Oh, Inverted World

__2004-10-03 @ 9:58 p.m._______ Hand Over Your Secrets, Now! Quit acting like you’ve got something to hide We all know you’ve said it or showed us before And you’re such a bore It’s not like there was anything there to begin with So why would you think there was an interest You should hear what your records say And stop making sense Poor guy, big city Rethinking about the small town Where he came from Where he built his ego Where he bought some ideas And took ‘em the wrong way And now he has secrets to tell And now he has lies to tell And they were never secrets Oh, give me your mystery Oh, give me your likeability Hand over your secrets, now! Hand over your secrets, now! Undivided Lasting Distraction Glamorous intellect lies beneath two parallel lives In awhile, unsuspecting snowflakes will fall from the ceiling And melt into their hands Careful contemplation and small conversation as if to Just begin to understand It starts here and may never have Full potential means full attention And full attention is always divided here We are full of undivided lasting distractions So don’t direct me to possibilities in full potentials Glamorous intellect lies beneath two parallel lives Now the steam rises to the ceiling and saturates Just enough to wear away the paint adhesive and commiserate The fading ambiguity together and alone And riding into a sunset of indifference Full potential means full attention And full attention is always divided here We are full of undivided lasting distractions So don’t direct me to possibilities in full potentials << | >>