Do your people watch me?
Do they know where I am?
This imbalance of knowledge seems slightly unfair,
I have to wonder, and ponder, and yearn,
Yet you sit back peacefully with your ways to learn,
The curiosity is torturing me, making me sick
What are you doing?
Who is it with?
Heartache morphs to obsession sickenly quick
But if I miss a step, or I scare the crows, the universe makes sure you're the first one that knows.