[Verse 1] I count the screws in the floor Then count ’em—again, again Same stage, different ache Same door, diff—different end A light on the curtain A hand in the black-black I hear two clocks arguing Then both—no, both take it back [Pre-Chorus] Too many tools in the dream Too many keys in my fist I reach for one clean line And the line line line starts to twist [Chorus] Too many tools Too many—tools In the dream of theater Too many tools Hold the mask Hold the mark Don’t let the room Split, split apart Too many tools Too many—tools In the dream of theater [Verse 2] One voice says “stay” One says “run, run for the wings” I tie up my thoughts With a ribbon—ribbon of strings The props all look familiar But none of them fit-fit I lift up the hammer And it answers with spit [Pre-Chorus] Too many tools in the dream Too many hands in the scene I try to name what is mine But it keeps glitching between, between [Chorus] Too many tools Too many—tools In the dream of theater Too many tools Hold the mask Hold the mark Don’t let the room Split, split apart Too many tools Too many—tools In the dream of theater [Bridge] [Half-time] If I speak, do you hear me? If I go, do I go? There’s a crack in the ceiling And it opens like—like smoke I am here I am here I am here Still still [Final Chorus] Too many tools Too many—tools In the dream of theater Too many tools Hold the mask Hold the mark I can leave With a spark-spark Too many tools Too many—tools In the dream of theater
