[Intro] [Instrumental] [Verse 1] [Soft] Some numbers come like a knock This one comes like a mouth Too even in the wrong places Too hungry to be chance They drew it on a rectangle Hung it on a tomb for proof I saw it in a porch-light On a face I wanted to be true [Verse 2] It isn't holy. It's handy. A way the eye sits down A little long, a little short A little more than luck allows I don't need the Greek letter I don't need the sailor's shell I know that look When the world has measured itself And decided to look well [Pre-Chorus] [Building] Not a message Not a crown Just a beauty Too well found [Chorus] Too arranged, too kind to the eye A golden coat on a crooked night Inner weather dressed as design Outer pretty wearing my mind No father in the figure, no sacred proof Just a ratio that knows how to look like truth If the world is one beneath the split This is how it smiles and doesn't mean it [Bass Solo] [Verse 3] [Soft] I used to want the ugly number The one that couldn't sell a church Then this one sat across the table And I felt my wanting lurch Jung can keep the beetle The spiral can keep the vine I am staring at a face That was never quite mine [Bridge] [Ethereal] Cut the frame and it still fits Leave the frame and it still sits You can call it nature, you can call it trick You can hate the math and still get sick The law of sequence counts The law of meaning paints [Chorus] Too arranged, too kind to the eye A golden coat on a crooked night Inner weather dressed as design Outer pretty wearing my mind No father in the figure, no sacred proof Just a ratio that knows how to look like truth If the world is one beneath the split This is how it smiles and doesn't mean it [Guitar Solo] [Outro] [Soft] One. Then a little more. Then a little less. I see you. Don't look so finished. [End]
