Every crease, line, fold, mark, flaw
Underneath my old parlance
It was easy holding on
WHEN the dream was just to change at all

Ballroom mask, i'll wear that
It'll make my vision clearer
When i dance before my mirror

Ballroom mask, pink and black
All my feelings just venetian
Eschew the paramour beneath it

Don't do that, don't do that
Don't do that, don't do that
Don't do that, it goes too fast
It goes too fast, it you pulls you back

Into that habit
Into that habit
Into that habit
INTO that harsh dull sky

And you can't have it
And you can't grasp it
It's not intuitive enough
To pull the blue from all the fluff
AND seperate the clouds from what
You thought was keeping you so stuck
That wasn't what