All curled up just like a scare that a candle lit
All prepared to take the high chair
And I'll swear it doesn't matter where I sit
When there's something to compare I get on with it
Or admit there's really nothing there
I should remember where that fit

I remember you were thanking me for something I said
To a friend
It was a compliment
My mind was in the gutter again
Then we walk away the night in the civilized air
So come on and put your cards in
Maybe on the second try you'll win

All curled up inside a basket
I don't know
Should I ask if I can watch it go backwards
And see it shine