[Verse 1] The butter-knife is grazing on a porcelain knee A choir of rusted gears gargles peppermint tea The floorboards are breathing in binary code While the mailbox walks down a salted road It’s a Tuesday shaped like a jagged lung A heavy pendulum clock made of bubblegum [Chorus] Oh, the kitchen table is a vertical sea Where the wooden spoons learn to climb a tree The alphabet melted in a bowl of dry ink And the ceiling is starting to blink, blink, blink It’s a hum, it’s a thrum, it’s a paper-thin hive Where the radiator keeps the geometry alive [Verse 2] Buttonholes sewn into the belly of the sky Spilling out spools of lavender eye A bicycle built from forgotten teeth Digs a tunnel for the wind underneath Two rabbits in raincoats are folding the light Into pockets of heavy, un-spooled white [Bridge] The static of logic has lost all its keys The gravity here is a swarm of wet bees Everything’s sideways, everything’s plush With a violent shade of a midnight-blue brush [Chorus] Oh, the kitchen table is a vertical sea Where the wooden spoons learn to climb a tree The alphabet melted in a bowl of dry ink And the ceiling is starting to blink, blink, blink It’s a hum, it’s a thrum, it’s a paper-thin hive Where the radiator keeps the geometry alive [Outro] Ticking buttons, peeling weather We’re sewing the marrow back into a feather Gone, gone, into the woolly throat of a sound Where the upside-down sits on the round, round ground.
