Friends and stuff

[Verse 1] Static on the line, camera in the corner of the eye Paranoia creeping in, under a digital sky Remember that taco spot? Neon lights and grease We were looking for a moment, just a little bit of peace [Chorus] Stream of consciousness Drifting through the haze Lost in the dialogue Of these chaotic days Trying to find the pieces That make the story whole Stream of consciousness (Drifting through the haze) [Verse 2] Heat from the furnace, glass blowing in the dark Shaping something fragile from a tiny little spark Conversations spinning, circles in the room Everything is heavy, like the weight of the moon [Bridge] Raw and unrefined, the way it’s meant to be Just a chaotic echo of you and me [Outro] And after all the talk, after all the afternoon It all comes down to the curve of the spoon Yeah, the curve of the spoon (Yeah, the curve of the spoon)