Warped Currents

(hummmm) Thread in the seam,

pulling it slow

Watching the border dissolve in the cold

Step on the carpet,

keeping it low

You leave a shape where the air won't fold (mm-mm)

Quiet room,

heavy floor

I don't look back at the painted door

Waiting

for the drop to clear

Hold the edge until the color runs through

Every crooked line returning to you (ah-ah-ah) Glass on the sill,

water turning pale blue

Pockets of dust where the daylight fell

Counting the marks that we never tell

You say a name like an open bell

Nothing to fix,

nothing to sell

Quiet room,

heavy floor

Tracing the grain where it was before

Here it comes again

Hold the edge until the color runs through

Every crooked line returning to you (ah-ah-ah) Glass on the sill,

water turning pale blue

Slip beneath the seam

Not awake,

not a dream

(ooh-ooh) Let the current pull clean

Returning to you (hummmm)