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