Paroles
There's a tear in the fabric
Of your favorite dress and I'm sneaking glances
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
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
Ivory lines lead...
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
Ivory lines lead...
Ivory lines lead...
