You know I never know
What you're thinking
I can stare at you
All evening

Because all that you learned was a solid stare
And a stiff upper lip and a handshake grip
And a deadpan expression with a frigid touch
Unresponsive to the needles that stab you so much

You know I never know
What you're feeling
Look for the shadow clues
On the ceiling

Because all that you learned was a solid stare
And a stiff upper lip and a handshake grip
And a deadpan expression with a frigid touch
Unresponsive to the needles that stab you so much