Your head's
a busy place
port for [bad word] 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

'til single spark ignites it
to new light
'til single spark ignites it
to new light
'til single spark ignites it
to new light
And [bad word] back to you;
finally getting through

Your heart's
a messy place
giant
garbage dump
for all the feelings
you can't handle
That's where you
bury all of them
and wait 'til they decay

'til single spark ignites them
to new light
'til single spark ignites them
to new light
'til single spark ignites them
to new light
And [bad word] back to you;
finally getting through