Fractured Fireline

Woke in a room where the walls don't meet

Apple in hand, strange fruit so sweet

Shoes on kitchen tiles catch a crooked beat

Ceiling leans close when the sunlight speaks

Cut my name from a page full of maybe Wear it twisted

for the day to see Room expands then folds into a ball

Thoughts chase light through the paper wall

If I bend will the colors start to bloom

If I jump make a wild kind of room

Hold my breath till the wild things turn

Turn me inside out,

I like the view Every little wrong thing makes me new Spin

the table round, let the water climb I am not late,

I'm arriving sideways Inside out,

I like the view Every little wrong thing makes me new Silver

chain question taps in the rain Mirror forgets so I draw it

again

Cracks in paint like a map to trace Front door line that

the heart can chase Leave in the doubt and the finger noise

Gold in the mess where the real voice grows

(ahhh) Maybe the wild is the whole of me Maybe the sprint

is how I break free Maybe the door was just drawn to

see Turn me inside out,

I like the view Every little wrong thing makes me new Spin

the table

round, let the water climb I am not late,

I'm arriving sideways Inside out,

I like the view Every little wrong thing makes me new (ooh)

arriving sideways Inside out I like the view Arriving sideways