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, oh-wha-ho!

Your heart is a river that flows through your chest, through every organ. Your brain is the dam and I am the fish, who can't reach the coral.

Ivory lines lead, oh-wha-ho!

Oh instinct are misleading. YOu shouldn't think what you're feeling. They don't tell you what you know you should want.

Ivory lines lead, oh-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, oh-wha-ho!