Ingénue lyrics

You know like the back of your hand Who let ‘em in? You got me into this mess So you get me out You know like the back of your hand Your belljar Your collection Ingénue You got 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 Well you know it Who let them in? Yeah Well you know it Gone with a touch of your hand Gone with a touch of your hand Move through the moment Though it betrays Transformations Jackals and flames If I knew now what I knew then Just give me more time I hope and pray I mistake all you say The seeds of the dandelion you blow away