Put the Bucket Down (Bright‐Side mix)

Well, the story begins with a dog in my hand
And I'm tied to the rock that burns in the sand
The waves are crashing, and the jellies afloat
And the flowers in the water surrounding the boat

Whose mind is this?
Just tell me who
Whose mind is this?
No meaning coming through

There's a hole in my head you can see right through
I make out a mirror, but I can only see you
I'm becoming a building with a door for a mouth
My head's in the north and my feet in the south
The walls of my skin so alive to the touch
Come into the building, I want you so much

Oh, oh, oh, oh, put the bucket down
Hey, hey, put the bucket down
Oh, oh, oh, oh, put the bucket down
Hey, hey, put the bucket down

I am the sum of all the signals that move inside the head
The less you have, the more you can make of it
With all those senses and those feelings that light up in the brain
And they paint the picture, build a brand new world again, world again

Oh, oh, oh, oh, put the bucket down
Hey, hey, put the bucket down
Oh, oh, oh, oh, put the bucket down
Hey, hey, put the bucket down

Well, these thoughts move around me, they swim inside my head
No idea which have been written, which thoughts have just been read
Some light up the shadows, bringing life back to the dead
While all the maps keep changing, imagination led

Whose mind is this?
Just tell me who
Whose mind is this?
No meaning coming through

Well, the salt is in the chocolate, the silky, sexy stain
I feel illumination in all the circuits of my brain
Please show me where we're going, unroll the love and pain
No one here can tell you where we're heading on this train

I am the sum of all the signals that move inside the head
The less you have, the more you can make of it
With all those senses and those feelings that light up in the brain
And they paint the picture, build a brand new world again, world again

Oh, oh, oh, oh, put the bucket down
Hey, hey, put the bucket down
Oh, oh, oh, oh, put the bucket down
Hey, hey, put the bucket down

I am the sum of all the signals that move inside the head
The less you have, the more you can make of it
With all those senses and those feelings that light up in the brain
And they paint the picture, build a brand new world again, world again

Well, this story's beginning is the same as the end
The train's in motion, sparks tunnel 'round the bend
Sparks tunnel 'round the bend
Sparks tunnel 'round the bend