There's a tear in the fabric of your favorite dress

And I'm sneaking glances

I'm looking for the patterns in static: they start to make sense

The longer I'm at it

(ivory lines lead)

Your heart is a river that flows from your chest through every organ

And your brain is the dam and I am the fish who can't reach the core

(ivory lines lead)

Oh, instincts are misleading

You shouldn't think what you're feeling

They don't tell you what you know you should want