How can I change the lights
The color of this room
Why can't this channel find
A kinder afternoon
I feel the fray of every letter
To cross your lips that know no better
Disarray, disarray
I want my story straight
But all the others bend
From wonderous to strange
To beauty at the end
I move along a swaying wire
Your talking drums a perfect choir
To my disarray, disarray, disarray
Each fuzzy word I said
Returns a finer blade
To touch the thought balloon
Of every plan I've laid
I know the switch but keep the station
I love you with all due desperation
And disarray, disarray, disarray
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