Girl Inform Me - Pickin' On Series, Iron Horse

Girl inform me all my senses warn me

Your clever eyes could easily disguise

Some backwards purpose

It’s enough to make me nervous

Do you harbor sighs, or spit in my eye

But your lips when we speak

Are the valleys and peaks of a mountain range on fire

So let me walk these coals 'til you believe

I can cut the mustard well enough

Cause you know as soon as we breathe we scrutinize

Unknown quotients, you must be using potions

How else could you tie my head to the sky

This new convection has left me wondering why

I can’t concern myself with ordinary tripe

Like what’s this morning’s paper got to say

And which brand of coffee to make

This is no umbrella to take into the wind

But before we begin is there nothing to kill this anxiety

But your lips when we speak

Are the valleys and peaks of a mountain range on fire

So let me walk these coals 'til you believe

I can cut the mustard well enough

Cause you know as soon as we breathe we scrutinize

The paint away