Snippets of Conversation

[Verse 1] A chair on the ceiling, a fish in the sink, Someone’s debating if clouds can think. There’s a radio humming, but it’s out of tune, A pigeon’s confessing to the harvest moon. "The wallpaper’s peeling," the toaster cried, "Don’t trust the cheese; it’s always fried." The walls lean in, they want to know, Why the vacuum’s waltzing with a UFO. [Chorus] Snippets of conversation, floating in the air, A llama’s at the station, but the train’s not there. It’s all a contradiction, but somehow it’s okay, Snippets of conversation just slip away. [Verse 2] A clock is unraveling seconds like thread, A cactus is quoting the words you said. "Do dogs dream of taxes?" the mirror asks, While a cat in a bowler hat sharpens an axe. "The dust never settles," the lamp replies, "Keep an eye on the ceiling; it’s full of lies." The postman’s juggling invisible mail, The ocean’s laughing, "I’ll tell you a whale." [Chorus] Snippets of conversation, floating in the air, A llama’s at the station, but the train’s not there. It’s all a contradiction, but somehow it’s okay, Snippets of conversation just slip away. [Bridge] Is the penguin a prophet, or just a fraud? Why’s the garden gnome praying to a lightning rod? The teacup whispers, "The secret’s clear: The answers were baked in the cake last year." [Chorus] Snippets of conversation, drifting on the breeze, A compass pointing south just to spite the seas. It’s chaos in a teacup, a wildly perfect mess, Snippets of conversation—your guess is as good as… [Outro] "The moon’s wearing glasses," the kettle screams, "The stars are rehearsing a story of streams." Life’s just a puzzle made of broken dreams, And snippets of conversation slip through the seams.