We've got our tracks covered   Thanks to your older brother   It's not the moonlight that sets me off   It's not the money that makes me scoff      It's my impeccable disorder   Where I keep on falling for her   It's not the way my mother talks   It's not the people that she mocks      It's the nature of the experiment   It's the patterns of my temperment   It's the nature of the experiment   They're taking me in increments      We're halfway up the bracket   The rain comes through my jacket   It's not the stones inside my shoes   It's not the risk of what's to lose      It's an ancient Russian proverb   But I doubt it's ones that you've heard   It's not the cracks beneath the floor   It's not the fact that it's a chore      It's the nature of the experiment   It's the patterns of my temperment   It's the nature of the experiment   They're taking me in increments