I've been coniving,   devising a plan,    to say something brilliant to this girl.   Test driving the words in my head,    cause I'm gonna wreck if I don't.   When she talks suddenly my knees won't bend,   like I'm stuck in quicksand.   And its because the gears that turn my head won't spin    and she slips through my hands    again and again and again.   I love sleeping    cause up in my dreams,    the two of us make a good pair,    but then waking    is a different thing    cause I sort of live in a nightmare.   When she talks suddenly my knees won't bend,    like I'm stuck in quicksand.   And its because    the gears that turn my head won't spin    and she slips through my hands    again and again.   Why do I get so paralyzed   I want to take her by surprise   So I'm coniving rehearsing my lines,    she won't get the best of me this time