Ingenue - Jono McCleery

You know like the back of your hand

Who let me in?

You got me into this mess

Do you get me out?

You know like the back of your hand

Your bell jar

Your collection

Ingenue

You get me into this mess

Fools rushing in, yeah

And they know it

The seeds of the dandelion you blow away

In good time, I hope I pray

If I’m not there now, physically

I’m always before you, come what may

And you know it

Fools rushing in, yeah

And you know it

Who let them in?

Yeah well you know it

Gone with the touch of your

Gone with the touch of your hand

Move through the moment

It betrays

Transformations

Jackals flames

If I knew now what I knew the

Give me more time I hope and pray

I mistake all you say

The seeds of the dandelion you blow away