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