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