They Might Be Giants No One Knows My Plan
In my prison cell I think these words I was careless I can see that now I must be silent Must contain my secret smile I want to tell you You my mirror You my iron bars When I made a shadow on my window shade They called the police and testified But they're like the people chained up in a cave In the allegory of the people in the cave By the Greek guy Noe one understands No one knows my plan Why the dancing, shouting Why the shrieks of pain The lovely music Why the smell of burning autumn leaves In my prison cell I bide my time Always thinking Always busy cooking up an angle Working on the tiny blueprint of the angle Sketching out the burning autumn leaves No one understands No one knows my plan I must be silent, must contain my secret smile I want to tell you You my mirror You my iron bars No one understands No one knows my plan ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
