Let's go out on that wingnLooking for things, getting excitednTalking slow, slower than usual thennnTake your fathers advicenListen for signs, be very nicenIt's all real, nothings a joke to these kidsnnKeep those killers at baynKnives in their face, send them awaynIt's like love, but you've treated it in the usual waynnnNow's the season nFor smashing glassesnCast our shadows on tall fencesnnnPeople, black and white filmsnGirls talk to boys, boys talk to girlsnSo noisy, playing simultaneouslynnI wrote down all my thoughtsnto see what I thought, I gave it a shotnand there thousands of spiraling knotsnnnNow's the season nFor taking chancesnCrooked smiles on crooked glances