Ceiling Fan in My Spoon

Walked into a tree, don't you look at me
I mistake myself, phoney mystery
Clothed in iron, there's no denyin'
Feelin' like a bent fork tine
That's my tune

In my spoon
That's my tune
Clothed in iron, there's no denyin'

When you feel like a bent fork tine
Ceiling fan
Went out of my way not to understand
Ceiling fan
See, I'm not myself, phony mystery
That's my tune
Started out today, jello in the sand

Sore, afraid
In my spoon

In my spoon
Walked into a tree, don't you look at me
Sore, afraid
Ceiling fan
In my spoon
Sore, afraid
In my spoon