Strategy

What's wrong? Nothing, nothing An unwelcome reception to the million dollar question A reflex reaction Right back at you It's your face, it's that same blank expression You can blame it on the weather Or blame it on tension but There's no rest from this paralysis Strategy It's all about strategy Not what you're telling me What you're telling me You eat, you sleep and you breathe And you tick off your list of personal needs At night for protection you hide under a sheet And we try to avoid confrontation But everything we do just gets lost in the translation And you're not helping yourself any Strategy It's all about strategy Not what you're telling me What you're telling me I've found that descriptions are useless Nothing but the combination of words and numbered pieces Just assume that there is good reason for everything So, what's wrong? It's nothing again Nothing's what you've got when everything leaves you thought That asking would get you somewhere Some fool you were (x2) Strategy It's all about strategy Not what you're telling me What you're telling me Memory You say it's my memory You say that my memory's bad Well I remembered that Didn't I? (x2)