I live on confusion
Your innocence is what gets me by.
You won't admit you're falling
And I won't tell you what I think
So how have we made it here?
Where do we get it from?
...
We harvest our confidence
On the 3rd of July.
We keep it confidential
And we can't tell you why
Because it's important to us.
We care too much
And some people aren't worth that sort of trust.
