We've got our tracks covered

Thanks to your older brother

It's not the moonlight that sets me off

It's not the money that makes me scoff

It's my impeccable disorder

Where I keep on falling for her

It's not the way my mother talks

It's not the people that she mocks

It's the nature of the experiment

It's the patterns of my temperament

It's the nature of the experiment

They're taking me in increments

We're halfway up the bracket

The rain comes through my jacket

It's not the stones inside my shoes

It's not the risk of what's to lose

It's an ancient Russian proverb

I doubt it's ones that you've heard

It's not the cracks beneath the floor

It's not the fact that it's a chore

It's the nature of the experiment

It's the patterns of my temperament

It's the nature of the experiment

Taking me in increments