And I'm sneaking glances.
And 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.
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.
Ivory lines lead
Oo wha-ho.
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