The case flies open on a new set of work
a 180 degree turn

A point of caution fundamentally flirt
with yesterday

Your picture's in the paper on a 7-year dirt(?)
on a holiday, on a Sunday, 'cause now-a-day by the way of faded anyway

You never cease to amaze me
Talking like someone just turned you around and out
My list it goes on and on and on

A penciled-in mustache and a box full of secrets
the strings are secure

I spent three years waiting for the time I was wanting
with the light in my head turned off

The mirror it shattered and the plot it thickened
on a holiday, on a Sunday, 'cause now-a-day by the way of faded anyway

You never cease to amaze me
Talking like someone just turned you around and out
My list it goes on, my list it goes on, my list it goes on and on and on

In a round-about way all the minds have been tested
in the doorways, in the hallways

It was a simple borrowed question from the facts that it derives
the house was built on sand

The changes keep them thinking and it keeps them on their toes
in the hallways and the doorways

You never cease to amaze me
Talking like someone just turned you around and out
My list it goes on and on and on