Making Gestures

I'm making a coat out of all the youth in the parking lot
They're so cool; they look chic with their hair in their eyes
Hair in their eyes
Somebody gotta be reckoned with; reason's out the window
And everyone's writing letters to ex-lovers I don't know
There are animals in my head, in my head
There are objects falling from the sky, and it's not rain
No, it's not rain
Oh, it's not rain
The children on the playground are laughing
'Cause everything around them is so brand new
Yeah, it's so brand new
So brand new
Now they're passing notes in the classroom about their feelings
Now they're passing notes but their teacher knows
There are animals in my head, in my head
There are objects falling from the sky, and it's not snow
No, it's not snow
Oh, it's not snow
All these people, they got their minds made up but nobody's ever gonna take 'em
All these people, they got their heads right up but nobody's ever gonna forsake 'em
All these people, they got their notions real tough but nobody's ever gonna deceive 'em
And death will be the only thing to break 'em
I'm making gestures and implicating and couteracting
And everyone knows and understanding as if I actually make sense
Actually make sense
Now it's just me and you; everything is perfect
I should strike up a conversation, but I'm too afraid
Now it's just me and you; everything is perfect
I should say something or make a move, but I'm too afraid
No, I'm too afraid
Oh, I'm too afraid