"this is a tricky little question," you say
all the way
"this is a little pretty fire dying"
all the way
in times of certainty you never ask me
anything
in times of trouble when you never trust me
all the same

imagine all the things you care for flying
(time to dig in the hole)
fall again
and everybody that you know is lying
(that's as deep as it goes)
conned again
and you just want somebody to believe you
(fight fire with oil)
anyway
don't ask that tricky little question again
again

I know you wanted to know
I know you can't escape
if I could give up and go...
but it's not an easy way