There's a tear in the fabric
of your favorite dress
And i'm sneaking glances.
Looking for the patterns in static
They start to make sense
the longer i'm at it.
Ivory lines lead
Oo wha-ho, oo wha-ho
Your heart is a river
that flows from your chest
Through every organ
Your brain is the dam
And i am the fish
who can't reach the core.
Ivory lines lead
Oo wha-ho, oo wha-ho
Oh, instincts are misleading
You shouldn't think what you're feeling
They don't tell you what you know you should want.
Ivory lines lead
Oo wha-ho, oo wha-ho
[x2]
-Death Cab for Cutie
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thank for the "[x2]"...that's helpful...
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