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