If I seize the day, hide it in the rain

Later I'll behave, and maybe I'll say

Come over for tea, and I'll try to be

A normality for once and I

Think that if you knew, all that I could do

To melt you away, and bury your trace

To get you out of my place, well then

You'd leave me no choice but to do things a certain way

If I sit inside, waiting for the prey

Will it come over? Will it come over

But it doesn't matter, cause

I don't like to play these dangerous games

As strange as it seems, you're either lucky or late

So I clean off my face, and crush it to paste

They say it's sort of got a funny taste

Gonna see the parade, the talk of the town

Oh, you mean Mrs. Jane? Haven't seen her around

She grew haughty and crazed, and she left me

No choice but to do things a certain way

If I sit inside, waiting for the prey

Will it come over? Will it come over

If I sit inside, waiting for the prey

Will it come over? Will it come over

But it doesn't matter, cause