Picking my mind, like a crow picks a pinennwhen you open the door, there are ten more insidennnnand it goes on and on and on and onnnnna verbal eclipse and a mid-tempo riotnnyou are moving your lips causennyou can't stand the silencennnnand it goes on and on and on and onnnnnyou asked me something, that I considerednnand having giving this a thought I just don't knownncan you settle with a dunnonni'm not insensitive to your feelingsnnit's just that every time i'm asked idunnonncan you settle with a dunnonni'm indecisive but i'm consistentnnat least when it comes to telling you that idunnonnit's like a sea-saw what i'm feelingnnbouncing up and downnnnncruise controlled eyes as the clouds drift bynnin a whirl of ideas it's the worst that comes outnnnnand it goes on and on and on and onnnnnkissing your smile cause your teeth are so whitennand your tongue is plush and your pipes are so loudnnnnand it goes on and on and on and on