You're like Chinese boxes One inside the other, inside the other One inside the other one You're smoking mirrors Plastic flowers, magic spells Misdirection, smoking mirrors, plastic flowers How am I to know? How am I to know? You're like all four seasons One becomes the other, becomes the other One becomes the other one You're daffodils and summer showers Turning leaves on the snow Daffodils and summer showers How am I to know? How am I to know? I try and piece together clues and possibilities I trim them sometimes in the shapes I think they're meant to be Still you get the best And whatever else is left of me, still How am I to know? How am I to know? You're like Chinese boxes One inside the other, inside the other One inside the other one One inside the other, inside the other One inside the other one
