Blame the buffoon for everything Look back on what never was Step through the looking glass Blur the old lens Lay back your head, take in the night Virtue can be a hateful thing When you're blind to your own just because No need to tread, just let yourself float Stay numb to the dread, the silky dark moat Blame the buffoon for hours lost Keep your feet off the ground Step through the looking glass Blur the old lens Baby bear's bed Always just right Nobody's talking about the cost Only the sweet muffled sound Your echoing heart, your watery coat Numb from the start, the silky dark moat