The Insulation

Begin to unwind That's a process that's riddled with fear of mankind The prospect of failings on par with divine There's a tip of an iceberg with wandering eyes And sights set on melting A hole through your heart Or a shoe through the floor And my only request on your way out the door Is that you take a bow Take a bow Take a bow So I must confess With the whisper that pulls at the hairs on your neck I'm a clear cutting forest to fill with regret For rings left uncounted from trunks that I've split How could I ever begin to unwind? It's a process that's riddled with fear of mankind The prospect of failings on par with divine There's a tip of an iceberg with wandering eyes And sights set on melting A hole through your heart Or a shoe through the floor And my only request on your way out the door Is that you take a bow Take a bow Take a bow Take a bow... There is a draft coming up the stairs from a tiny room The vibes aren't all that good so I avoid Going down there unless it's a complete necessity Which is usually only twice a year There's a hole in the kitchen wall covered by a stopped clock The insulation could be better but I Like the fact that I'm sheltered from the elements By a broken countdown towards extinction There is a hole in the ceiling pointing to the north star Reassuring me I'll find my way home As long as there's no clouds or airplanes in the night sky And my alignment's cosmically exact Begin to unwind That's a process that's riddled with fear of mankind The prospect of failings on par with divine There's a tip of an iceberg with wandering eyes And sights set on melting A hole through your heart Or a shoe through the floor And my only request on your way out the door Is that you take a bow Take a bow Take a bow Begin to unwind That's a process that's riddled with fear of mankind The prospect of failings on par with divine There's a tip of an iceberg with wandering eyes And sights set on melting A hole through your heart Or a shoe through the floor And my only request on your way out the door Is that you take a bow