Two feet caught in the shadows, caught in the shadow show (please tell me what's going on)   Oh, I can't, it's nothing I've known      Signing shapes in the moonlight, keeping the laughter low (please tell me what's going on)      Oh, I can't, it's convoluted   A change of mind to day for certain   I know the book, I think I wrote it   The author's dead, it's fiction   One, oh, one      Seething snakes in the grass, snakes in our own backyard (everyone's on the telephone)   I'll be sure to overhear them      Enter loping in latin, the altar boys all know (please tell me what's going on)      Oh, I can't, it's convoluted   A change of mind to day for certain   I know the book, I think I wrote it   The author's dead, it's fiction      So go ahead eight times a day   So go ahead and tell me what you want      Two keys twisted and turned, stalking our own front door (please tell me what's going on)   Oh, I can't, it's nothing I've known      Leaving notes in the carpet, reading them on the floor (please tell me what's going on)      Oh, I can't, it's convoluted   A change of mind to day for certain   I know the book, I think I wrote it   The author's dead, the author's dead it's fiction      I can't, I can't, it's convoluted   A change of mind to day for certain   I know the book, I think I wrote it   The author's dead, it's fiction   One, oh, one