Nearly Being Certain

[Verse 1] The calendar folded into a smaller kind of Tuesday While the ceiling measured rain in teaspoons made of wool I placed a borrowed compass underneath the kettle It pointed north until the water changed its mind [Pre-Chorus] You said the doorway had a temperature of seven I said the answer was a chair without a floor [Chorus] We are the evidence of nearly being certain Turning every question into furniture If the river learns the language of a button Then the button will remember where we were [Verse 2] A paper ocean gathered underneath the carpet Its waves were numbered, but the numbers would not stay You wore a solemn coat of administrative thunder And signed your name beside a diagram of bread [Pre-Chorus] The hallway leaned into a private sort of weather The lamps agreed to disagree about the dust [Chorus] We are the evidence of nearly being certain Turning every question into furniture If the river learns the language of a button Then the button will remember where we were [Bridge] Nothing is heavier than a feather with a purpose Nothing is wider than a teaspoon learning why I held the silence up against the afternoon It made a little shape and asked me to comply [Final Chorus] We are the evidence of nearly being certain Folding all our meanings into narrower rooms When the river mispronounces every button We will call it understanding, call it proof [Outro] The calendar is Tuesday The kettle has a compass The chair has found its floor And none of this is happening