There's a tear in the fabric of your favorite dress
And I'm sneaking glances.
And looking for the patterns in static
They start to make sense the longer I’m at it.
Ivory lines lead
Oo wha-ho, oo wha-ho.
Your heart is a river that flows from your chest
Through every organ.
Your brain is the dam
And I am the fish who can't reach the core.
Ivory lines lead
Oo wha-ho, oo wha-ho.
Oh, instincts are misleading.
You shouldn't think what you're feeling.
They don't tell you what you know you should want.
Ivory lines lead
Oo wha-ho, oo wha-ho.
Ivory lines lead
Oo wha-ho, oo wha-ho.
Oh, instincts are misleading.
You shouldn't think what you're feeling.
They don't tell you what you know you should want.
Ivory lines lead
Oo wha-ho.
Ivory lines lead
Oo wha-ho.
