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