You’re the picture perfect image of a riddler When I close my eyes I can see the real you Appearing at twilight holding onto faithful dreams And it’s hard To use the side door To lock you out again To assert my freedom And it felt strange To be a meddler To be your peddler In exchange for the way You’re a lovely patron of the finer attitudes And I feel dismayed that I’d continue on without you It’s all a slippery slope lounging in your bathrobe But it’s late Hope you’ll forgive me For being angry A time or two ‘Cause I’m sure Summer’s the season And I’m your reason For all you do You’re the picture perfect image of a riddler When I close my eyes I can see the real you Appearing at twilight holding onto faithful dreams When I close my eyes I can see the real you Appearing at twilight holding onto faithful dreams
