You're like Chinese boxes
One inside the other, inside the other
One inside the other oneYou're smoking mirrors
Plastic flowers, magic spells
Misdirection, smoking mirrors, plastic flowersHow am I to know?
How am I to know?You're like all four seasons
One becomes the other, becomes the other
One becomes the other oneYou're daffodils and summer showers
Turning leaves on the snow
Daffodils and summer showersHow am I to know?
How am I to know?I try and piece together clues and possibilities
I trim them sometimes in the shapes
I think they're meant to beStill you get the best
And whatever else is left of me, stillHow am I to know?
How am I to know?You're like Chinese boxes
One inside the other, inside the other
One inside the other oneOne inside the other, inside the other
One inside the other one