I wanna live in a crooked house… all bent to hell, flipped over, inside out… four wayward walls… and a dim-lit hallway that's always calling… softly asking me to open each and every door… where the creaking of the floorboards unsettles dusty scores… where every haunting threshold I cross I learn more…
I wanna love with this crooked heart… all beat to hell, skipped over, charged with sparks… four wayward chambers pumped full of danger… I'll wager my fate for a glimpse of technicolor love… oh, enough with all these grays and shades of damp malaise…I'd rather die drying out every crawlspace in this maze…
beat, beat, my heart…
I wanna see straight with these crooked eyes… the truest blacks, the brilliant blinding whites… for every morning I wake in a muddy haze, I'll make my case for a minor miracle I might procure from out beyond the pale… where the waiting tips the finest scales, beyond all reasonable compare… where every single sense you've ever had is a momentary flare…
beat, beat, my heart…