Saw the teacher come

And the teacher say

Put your hands away

Spin them down below

You spin all the patterns and pictures

We speak with into your bones

Another warning buzz

Through the fire horn

Keep your hands away

Where’d your body go

There’s a moment to bury your head where your lap

Should be sway to and fro, to and fro

I was wrong about you, I was wrong about you

There’s a message in tinsels and glue

Kid, I was wrong about you

I was wrong about you, I was wrong about you

There’s a second our intellect touched

Kid, they were wrong about…

In a silent home

There’s a model set

Something that you own

Crystal statuette

There are noises you make in the cellar you clatter your metal things

See the lattice work

That’s your consciousness

See it everywhere

That’s the point of it

Careful placement of trinkets and oddities shine

And align with a sacred geometry

I was wrong about you, I was wrong about you

There’s an intricate thing you do

Kid, I was wrong about you

I was wrong about you, I was wrong about you

Got a reason for this calculus

Kid they were wrong about…

In the model home

There’s a model set

Something that you own

Crystal statuette

There’s are noises you make in the cellar

You clatter your metal things

See the lattice work

That’s your consciousness

See it everywhere

That’s the point of this

Careful placement of trinkets and oddities shine

And align with a sacred geometry

I was wrong about you, I was wrong about you

There’s an intricate thing that you do

Kid, I was wrong about you

I was wrong about you, I was wrong about you

Got a reason for this calculus

Kid, they were wrong about us