There's a tear in the fabric of your favorite dress
And I'm sneaking glances
I'm looking for the patterns in static: they start to make sense
The longer I'm at it
(ivory lines lead)
Your heart is a river that flows from your chest through every organ
And your brain is the dam and I am the fish who can't reach the core
(ivory lines lead)
Oh, instincts are misleading
You shouldn't think what you're feeling
They don't tell you what you know you should want
