Fatal

How good is he? How warm are his eyes? You'll see its not a reprise That he arrived too late and too teathered away To put on his suit and his tie How good is he? How warm is his heart? Or ego telling him which place to park Did he relay the message is clearly, hardly grounds for dismissal outright Grounds for dismissal outright I wake up and wait up when anger's in fashion I wake up and wait up it echoes through the mansion I wake up and wait up when April's in May, oh, oh I wake up and wait up the answers are fatal The answers are fatal When I wait up and wake up the answers are fatal If he's truly outta sight, is he truly outta mind If he's truly outta sight