[Verse 1] The night shift left the gauges blinking red A brass bird rolled out where the gears had jammed The order said a thousand perfect hinges The floor was strewn with maps that had no land I used to wrench the line until it behaved And curse each crooked thing it made [Pre-Chorus] Then I let the belts run out of step And watched the wrong parts find their place [Chorus] Let the crooked compass turn Let the misshapen bells ring true Every faultline has a doorway Every odd piece points me through I am not a failed design I am still becoming new From the factory of accidents I’ll make a future no one drew [Verse 2] A paper moon came tumbling from the press A spoon with tiny windows for the rain I pinned them to the wall above my workbench A catalog of things I couldn’t plan The foreman asked me when I’d fix the system I said, “Look what it learned to make” [Pre-Chorus] Now I leave a little room for chance And keep my hands beside the wheel [Chorus] Let the crooked compass turn Let the misshapen bells ring true Every faultline has a doorway Every odd piece points me through I am not a failed design I am still becoming new From the factory of accidents I’ll make a future no one drew [Bridge] Tomorrow’s mold is still warm The doors are wide, the plans are torn I’ll take the pieces as they fall And build a wider room for all [Final Chorus] Let the crooked compass turn Let the misshapen bells ring true Every faultline has a doorway Every odd piece points me through I am not a failed design I am still becoming new From the factory of accidents I’ll make a future no one drew [Outro] The line runs on, the doors swing wide I meet the next mistake with open hands
