[Written by Jon Oliva, Paul O'Neill]
Cheshire cat
Done rip you soul
Don't turn your back
Don't turn your
back
Car rolls by
Move real slow
Fade it to black
Fade it to black
But nothing's going on
Nothing's going
on
Twisted nerves
On shifting feet
Taking up slack
Taking up slack
Gone too far
Can't retreat
Cover your
tracks
Cover your tracks
Nothing's going on
She's no queen of hearts
But she's good to me
Bring her coffin
roses
Brush her thorns and
Let it bleed
Just a hardcore dancer
Puppet on a string
One crippled romancer
Strung so
tight
Gotta watch her swing
Nothing's going on [Repeat]