Let's go out on that wing   Looking for things, getting excited   Talking slow, slower than usual then      Take your fathers advice   Listen for signs, be very nice   It's all real, nothings a joke to these kids      Keep those killers at bay   Knives in their face, send them away   It's like love, but you've treated it in the usual way         Now's the season    For smashing glasses   Cast our shadows on tall fences         People, black and white films   Girls talk to boys, boys talk to girls   So noisy, playing simultaneously      I wrote down all my thoughts   to see what I thought, I gave it a shot   and there thousands of spiraling knots         Now's the season    For taking chances   Crooked smiles on crooked glances