歌詞

Counting the teeth, in the mouth of the floor (A)

I’m the shadow that’s locked, from the inside of the door (A)

I’m a wet matchstick, trying to start a cold fire (B)

I’m the humming of the electricity, in a rusted-out wire (B)

Blueberries, batteries, biting on a foil (C)

Watching the bubbles, in a pot of cold oil (C)

I’m a fly on the wall, but the wall is made of skin (D)

Tell me where I end, and where you... begin (D)

It’s a itch, in the brain, in the middle of the rain

I’m the stain, on the lens, of a phantom aeroplane

Don’t blink, don’t think, just sink in the mud

It’s the rhythm of the static, it’s the pumping of the blood

It’s a itch, in the brain, in the middle of the rain

I’m the stain, on the lens, of a phantom aeroplane

Don’t blink, don’t think, just sink in the mud

It’s the rhythm of the static, it’s the pumping of the blood

I’m a dictionary, with the definitions swapped (E)

The gravity is broken, and the ceiling has dropped (E)

I’m eating my shadows, with a plastic toothpick (F)

The air is like honey, so heavy and thick (F)

0-1-1-0, I forgot the rest

A bird in a cage, in a hole in my chest

I’m the sound of a zipper, that’s stuck on a dream

I’m the flavor of the color, of a silent... scream

Did you notice?

The wallpaper is breathing

In... and out

I’m a jigsaw puzzle, with an extra piece (G)

I’m the tension in the wire, that’ll never release (G)

I’m the 25th hour, in a 24-day (H)

I’m the "yes" in the "no," in the words that you say (H)

Wet paper, dry water, silent bell (I)

I’m the secret that you’re never gonna tell (I)

A loop in the logic, a knot in the thread (J)

I’m the person standing... right behind your head (J)

It’s a itch, in the brain, in the middle of the rain

I’m the stain, on the lens, of a phantom aeroplane

Don’t blink, don’t think, just sink in the mud

It’s the rhythm of the static, it’s the pumping of the blood

It’s a itch, in the brain, in the middle of the rain

I’m the stain, on the lens, of a phantom aeroplane

Don’t blink, don’t think, just sink in the mud

It’s the rhythm of the static, it’s the pumping of the blood

"Check your pulse."