[Intro] [Instrumental] [Verse 1] [Soft] A friend said it's only looking The brain that keeps the hits and files the rest A thousand ordinary midnights And one that dressed itself as blessed I nodded like a man convicted Then checked the clock to see who won If it's a trick, it's a good one It still knows how to get me gone [Verse 2] I can name the whole machinery Confirmation wearing Sunday clothes Apophenia in the hallway Pattern-hunger in the bones I can put the scarab back in Switzerland Put the veil back on the shelf The minute I go quiet I start collecting on myself [Pre-Chorus] [Building] Not a message So they say Just a mind That loves a face [Chorus] Call it bias, call it Tao Call it nothing, I look anyhow Inner weather writing on the glass Outer numbers walking past No father in the figure, no proof that holds Just a drawer of misses and a handful of gold If the world is one beneath the split This is how I lose the argument [Bass Solo] [Verse 3] [Soft] I used to want the cleaner story Either holy or a fool Now I keep both coats on the hook And wear the one that fits the room Jung can ride in the passenger seat Science can drive till dawn Somebody still has to watch the dash When the pillars try to come on [Bridge] [Ethereal] You can count the times it wasn't there You can chart the times it was You can call that even I don't The law of sequence wants a sample size The law of meaning wants a night [Chorus] Call it bias, call it Tao Call it nothing, I look anyhow Inner weather writing on the glass Outer numbers walking past No father in the figure, no proof that holds Just a drawer of misses and a handful of gold If the world is one beneath the split This is how I lose the argument [Guitar Solo] [Outro] [Soft] One. And one. And maybe. I see you. I know better. [End]
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