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