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[Intro] [Verse] The damask is out of place I see a feathery face They move the floral trim A tiny, winged whim My collection lies in heaps While the coastal salt air seeps They shuffle art deco gold Stories that shouldn't be told [Pre-Chorus] I hear the typewriter click A rhythmic, metallic trick Counting the feathers they shed Inside of my tired head [Chorus] Knead the dough until it’s right Quiet down the heavy night Flour masks the old mistake Every single loaf I bake Dusty wings and silver grain Washing out the copper stain I guide the yeast to rise Underneath their beady eyes [Spoken Riddle] If a bird wears a crown of glue, is he a king or just a thief in a suit? If the bread doesn't rise, does the sea stay lower to compensate for the weight of my hands? [Verse] The Gilded Star hit the reef I was the silent thief I turned the lamp too late Sealing up a heavy fate Now the pigeons mock my eye Underneath a bruised sky They tear the velvet swatches Ignoring my pocket watches [Pre-Chorus] The psaltery starts to moan A low and hollow tone I sprinkle salt on the floor And lock the kitchen door [Chorus] Knead the dough until it’s right Quiet down the heavy night Flour masks the old mistake Every single loaf I bake Dusty wings and silver grain Washing out the copper stain I guide the yeast to rise Underneath their beady eyes [Bridge] Wine glass drones begin to hum Waiting for the birds to come They don't want the crumbs today They want to take the past away Rearranging every scrap Mapping out a paper trap I fold the dough in four Like the waves against the shore [Spoken Riddle] How many stamps does it take to mail a shipwreck back to the builder? None, if you have enough pigeons to carry the anchor piece by piece. [Verse] My kitchen is a paper sea Where nothing is meant to be They've pinned a rose to the sink Faster than a man can blink I smell the crust start to brown In this quiet, coastal town The guilt is a heavy stone But I am never quite alone [Chorus] Knead the dough until it’s right Quiet down the heavy night Flour masks the old mistake Every single loaf I bake Dusty wings and silver grain Washing out the copper stain I guide the yeast to rise Underneath their beady eyes [Ending A] I turn to find the cooling rack A gap where the crust was black The window is open wide With no more bread inside They took the loaf to the sky As the Gilded Star floats by [Ending B] Upon the table sits a gift Through the paper and the drift A piece of sea glass, green and old Better than the wallpaper gold They trade the scraps for the light And settle for the night [Ending C] They've lined the hallway in a row With the samples I used to know They dipped their claws in the paste Not a single strip to waste They fixed the border for me To match the rhythm of the sea [Outro]
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