Went out of my way not to understand
Walked into a tree, don't you look at me
In my spoon
Sore, afraid
Ceiling fan
See, I'm not myself, phony mystery
In my spoon
I mistake myself, phoney mystery
Started out today, jello in the sand
Ceiling fan
In my spoon
Clothed in iron, there's no denyin'
Walked into a tree, don't you look at me
Clothed in iron, there's no denyin'
Feelin' like a bent fork tine
In my spoon
When you feel like a bent fork tine
Ceiling fan
That's my tune
In my spoon
That's my tune
Sore, afraid
Sore, afraid
That's my tune