There's a tear in the fabric of your favorite dress
And I'm sneaking glances
Looking for the patterns in static
They start to make sense the longer I'm at it

Ivory lines lead, ooh, ooh

Your heart is a river that flows from your chest
Through every organ
Your brain is the dam
And I am the fish who can't reach the core

Ivory lines lead, ooh, ooh

Oh, instincts are misleading
You shouldn't think what you're feeling
They don't tell you what you know you should want

Ivory lines lead, ooh, ooh
Ivory lines lead, ooh, ooh

Oh, instincts are misleading
You shouldn't think what you're feeling
They don't tell you want you know you should want

Ivory lines lead, ooh
Ivory lines lead, ooh

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Writer(s): Benjamin Gibbard