
More of His Shower Thoughts 2
[Sound of water turning on, a sigh of contentment as warmth hits] [Verse 1] The day washes off, disappears down the drain Let the heat soak right in, ease the tension and strain Just the white noise of water, a curtain of steam My own little world, like a waking-state dream My thoughts start to drift on an untethered string… Like, is lasagna technically spaghetti-flavored cake? Layers on layers, for goodness sake! It's just noodles and sauce, but the structure feels wrong... Makes me think how I see things, where they belong... Like how seeing you shifts my perspective along. Does seeing me change things? Is the feeling strong? [Chorus] And the water keeps falling, a rhythm, a beat On my shoulders, my back, from my head to my feet These strange little notions, they flicker and spark Like fireflies dancing around in the dark Why do headphones tangle themselves in my coat? If you know many languages, which thoughts really float? Then your smile floats up, takes over my mind The easiest comfort I ever did find... In this steamy enclosure, it's easy to see Just you… But I wonder, do you think of me? Do you wonder at all, implicitly? [Verse 2] Watching the condensation trace liquid art On the fogged-up enclosure, a brand new thought starts: Why say 'fall asleep'? We mostly lie down instead... Are we 'falling' somewhere inside of our head? It's just words we get used to, not matching the deed Like maybe the words that I'm planting like seed When I talk to you, hoping you'll somehow just know The feelings beneath them I'm too scared to show. Am I 'falling' for you? Is that just cliché? Or a phrase that feels true at the end of the day? Does your heart feel that drop when I look your way? [Chorus] And the water keeps falling, a rhythm, a beat On my shoulders, my back, from my head to my feet These strange little notions, they flicker and spark Like fireflies dancing around in the dark Are eyebrows just facial hair we all agree? Is the 'S' or the 'C' silent in 'Scent', truly? Then your calm way floats up, takes over my mind The easiest comfort I ever did find... In this steamy enclosure, it's easy to see Just you… But I wonder, do you think of me? Do you wonder at all, implicitly? [Verse 3] The soap smells like... nothing, just 'clean', I suppose My mind drifts again, goodness knows where it goes... Like, maybe our pets just pretend not to grasp The complex dumb things that we say in their clasp Of quiet attention... they know more than we think? Just watching us struggle right there on the brink Of figuring things out... Are you like that somehow? Observing me quietly, here in the now? Seeing right through the jokes and the casual lines? Are you reading the subtext between the designs Of the words that I choose, picking up subtle signs? [Chorus] 'Cause the water keeps falling, a rhythm, a beat On my shoulders, my back, from my head to my feet These strange little notions, they flicker and spark Like fireflies dancing around in the dark Why aren't limes called 'greens' if an orange is clear? Why do cartoon characters wear one outfit all year? Then your laugh floats up, takes over my mind The most welcome distraction I ever could find... In this steamy enclosure, it's easy to see Just you… But I wonder, do you think of me? Do you wonder at all, implicitly? [Bridge] It's foolish, perhaps, finding clues in the steam Connecting stray thoughts to this recurring dream Where maybe, just maybe, you feel it as well That pull, that connection, the story to tell. But maybe I'm reading too much in a look Like the one that you gave when I passed you the book Last Tuesday... your eyes held mine slightly too long? Or was that just me writing lines to my song? Am I just alone in this humid, warm space Searching for answers all over the place? Just wishing I saw them right there on your face? This slippery hope leaves a tear-like trace... [Instrumental Break - maybe cello or synth pad, thoughtful and resonant] [Chorus] And the water keeps falling, a rhythm, a beat On my shoulders, my back, from my head to my feet These strange little notions, they flicker and spark Like fireflies dancing around in the dark Will historians study our memes by the score? Is 'queue' just a 'Q' with four letters ignored? Then your eyes float up, take over my mind The anchor I look for, but struggle to find... In this steamy enclosure, it's easy to see Just you… God, I wonder, do you think of me? Do you wonder at all... implicitly? [Outro] [Sound of water shutting off, replaced by dripping and the echo of the room] Silence descends as the last droplet falls The thoughts settle down within these wet walls But the biggest one lingers, refusing to cease Just hangs in the air, disturbing the peace... Does she? [A final, soft drip]