Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse] I count the lines upon the floor Sixteen scratches near the door One looks like a tiny map Caught within a porcelain trap It’s a quiet kind of war I don’t go outside no more [Pre-Chorus] My fern is leaning to the left Of every vertical sense bereft He only wants the neighbor's light Turning away from what is right [Chorus] Everything is growing sideways In these dusty little hallways And I’m okay With the delay Just a static kind of holiday In my own way [Post-Chorus] Everything is growing sideways In these dusty little hallways And I’m okay With the delay [Verse] Three weeks back at the Spin-and-Dry A girl with a silver-tinted eye Looked at my socks and then at me Like I was some kind of mystery We didn't speak, we didn't try Just watched the heavy suds go by [Pre-Chorus] Shadows stretching on the wall I wait for nothing at all The kettle whistles a flat B It sounds like company to me [Chorus] Everything is growing sideways In these dusty little hallways And I’m okay With the delay Just a static kind of holiday In my own way [Bridge] The piano’s out of tune again Like a long-lost, shaky friend Warble in the cassette tape No desire for an escape Just the hiss and the hum Until I’m completely numb [Verse] The tea stain on the wooden table Looks like a horse without a stable The dust is dancing in the air I’m just glad that I am there To see the things that aren't quite able To fit inside a glossy label [Chorus] Everything is growing sideways In these dusty little hallways And I’m okay With the delay Just a static kind of holiday In my own way [Post-Chorus] Everything is growing sideways In these dusty little hallways And I’m okay With the delay [Outro]
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