| Your head's a busy place | |
| A port for thoughts coming back | |
| Like ships flown overseas | |
| While swarms of birds passing by | |
| If I could catch a thought sometime | |
| I'd put it in a safe place | |
| To the elements I've got | |
| And next time I would check it would be gone | |
| Until single spark ignites it to new light | |
| Until single spark ignites it to new light | |
| Until single spark ignites it to new light | |
| And it comes back to you finally getting through | |
| Your heart's a messy place | |
| A giant garbage dump | |
| For all feelings you can't handle | |
| That's where you bury all of them | |
| And wait 'til they decay | |
| Until single spark ignites them to new lies | |
| Until single spark ignites them to new lies | |
| Until single spark ignites them to new lies | |
| And it comes back to you finally getting through |