dont know where your mind is

BASTIEN

'Cause you've got a mind that is so hell bent on
Fixing me up before I get my coat off

"Fausto?" Bastien repeated, tilting his head from side to side. Had he come from Venice a few decades later, he would have surely made a reference to a certain play, but as it was he had no associations with the name. "I suppose that's quite nice. Where does it come from?"

Bracing himself for Azrael to climb his shoulders, Bastien felt grateful for his Ascended strength and lack of tiredness - most men could not lift their adult children so and leave without a seriously bent back. The question had him tilt his head up as far as he can. "Absolutely. Do whatever you feel is necessary to position it. I am hardly an expert on this - I do not even know what it's for."

You with those hands that are so hell bent on
Making a mess to suggest you'd think something