[Verse 1] What survives is the shape of a thing Even when you don’t know What anything means The outline stays put The middle goes blank A vessel left sitting On an empty bank [Chorus] I want to get rid of all the corners So you can’t see where one thing Ends and any others begin Pure red with red spots all in No edge to hold No place to break Just color folded For its own sake [Verse 2] Light and thin Legible concepts Five different shades Throwing all the bets You count them up You name each one And watch the value Get undone [Chorus] I want to get rid of all the corners So you can’t see where one thing Ends and any others begin Pure red with red spots all in No edge to hold No place to break Just color folded For its own sake [Verse 3] A Japanese garden The little rocks raked with lines Always thought the lines as perfection A grid of intent A fixed design Standing still Against the weather [Chorus] I want to get rid of all the corners So you can’t see where one thing Ends and any others begin Pure red with red spots all in No edge to hold No place to break Just color folded For its own sake [Verse 4] But no, the lines simulate water Moving current, changing place That changes everything Turns stone to fluid Turns ground to space Not a house A river instead [Chorus] I want to get rid of all the corners So you can’t see where one thing Ends and any others begin Pure red with red spots all in No edge to hold No place to break Just color folded For its own sake [Bridge] There’s no way to make it right That’s okay I'll forget that night Your way, not my way, yeah One way, or the highway, nah We’ll leave arguments on the floor And stop keeping score I’ll try not to complain Any more [Verse 5] I like me, I like you, this fits I got you, I’m true, to bits No grand statements No demands Just two people With open hands [Chorus] I want to get rid of all the corners So you can’t see where one thing Ends and any others begin Pure red with red spots all in No edge to hold No place to break Just color folded For its own sake [Bridge] There’s no way to make it right That’s okay I'll forget that night Your way, not my way, yeah One way, or the highway, nah We leave the argument on the floor And stop keeping score, keeping score, not keeping score… I’ll try not to complain Any more, any more, any more… [Outro] Red on red No corners left Not stone Water Just the shape of it No edge to hold (Yeah…) No place to break (Yeah…) Just color folded (Yeah…) For its own sake [Fade. End]
