Light up the stove of your countenance You're all that matters to me
I am a lake or a stone or an hourglass I am a joke that is wasted on me
Wrap me in scarves of your confidence Rend me to tatters, I'm free
I'll be a steak or a bone or an oven glove I'll be the island that drowns in the sea
Thom thumb, where do you come from I'm lost, soft, drowning in everything
Thom thumb, thought you were gone And I found you inside of everything
