Dancing At a Picture Window

You are full up of moonlight In all the right places But now I like it best When the sun shines on my face It's not up to me But when is fate going to intervene? You spin out behind me And what I saw I have unseen Now I can't feel it when My mobile cellular telephone will buzz I dread when it's you and when it's not you It's not like the way that it was This sense of vague annoyance Is really starting to get to me A clue about the new you Has yet to come To me it's strange how when you change All your old familiar friends seem new It wasn't that you don't like me Now it's that I don't like you Now I can't feel you in My mobile cellular life because I am in a bow and I am moving I don't know you like the way that it was If I could move in slow motion It would be a moving picture montage As I pass your lit-up barred-up studio window Hair wound tight but we feel the barrage Sometimes I wish that I felt a thing But you know I'm cold to the touch Frosted over in terms of you And what we want to hear so much Sometimes I wish that I felt a thing Sometimes I wish that I felt anything But even now when I sing It's not the way that it was