[Intro: clipped guitar harmonics, breath, distant room tone] [Spoken] I found a door in the middle of the floor. It had no room behind it. So I opened it anyway. [Verse 1] I put a spoon inside the freezer Just to see what morning made Wore two different shoes to breakfast And called the mismatch brave The calendar said behave yourself The kettle said begin I drew a spiral through the grocery list And let the wrong day in [Pre-Chorus] If the straight line feels suspicious Take the crooked one instead There are maps that only open When you stop obeying them [Chorus] MAKE A MESS OF THE BLUEPRINT TURN THE HANDLE PAST THE SIGN IF THE ANSWER LOOKS TOO POLISHED THROW A QUESTION IN ITS EYES You were not built for tidy endings You were not designed to blend Make a little room for wonder Then make stranger room again [Verse 2] I taught a clock to count in sevens Put a motor on a kite Sent a postcard to tomorrow Got a stamp back overnight Every polished little answer Keeps a splinter underneath I would rather hold the splinter Than mistake the shine for peace [Pre-Chorus] Let the hallway change its ceiling Let the furniture revolt When the ordinary gets too certain Give it somewhere else to go [Chorus] MAKE A MESS OF THE BLUEPRINT TURN THE HANDLE PAST THE SIGN IF THE ANSWER LOOKS TOO POLISHED THROW A QUESTION IN ITS EYES You were not built for tidy endings You were not designed to blend Make a little room for wonder Then make stranger room again [Instrumental Break: broken-meter bass and toms, guitar fragments, chopped vocal syllables] [Call and Response] What if? Try it. Why not? Again. [Bridge: half-time, piano, bowed guitar harmonics] Some nights the clever thing is simply To admit you do not know Some days the bravest act is leaving One small window open low Keep the cracked cup on the table Keep the question in your coat There is no prize for being finished There is only more to notice [Breakdown] Count the corners Miss a number Change the key Forget the reason [Final Chorus: bright major, expanding harmonies] MAKE A MESS OF THE BLUEPRINT LET THE COLORS CROSS THE LINE IF THE ANSWER LOOKS TOO POLISHED BUILD A BETTER KIND OF WHY You were not built for tidy endings You were not designed to blend Make a little room for wonder Then make stranger room again [Final Refrain] Wrong turn New door Small spark Much more Keep the odd idea breathing Keep the impossible in sight If the world asks for a straight face Give it seven shades of bright [Outro: guitar harmonics, bass pulse, close vocal] I opened the door with nothing behind it. Now something is growing there.
