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 wondrous to strange To beauty at the end I move along a swaying wire You're 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