Snakes In The Grass (The Essex Green)

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 condiluted A change of mind to day for certain I know the book, I think I wrote it The offer'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 condiluted A change of mind to day for certain I know the book, I think I wrote it The offer'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 condiluted A change of mind to day for certain I know the book, I think I wrote it The offer's dead, the offer's dead it's fiction I can't, I can't, it's condiluted A change of mind to day for certain I know the book, I think I wrote it The offer's dead, it's fiction One, oh, one