Make a Mess of the Blueprint

[Intro: clipped guitar harmonics, breath, distant room tone]

[Spoken]
I found a door in the middle of the floor.
It had no room behind it.
So I opened it anyway.

[Verse 1]
I put a spoon inside the freezer
Just to see what morning made
Wore two different shoes to breakfast
And called the mismatch brave

The calendar said behave yourself
The kettle said begin
I drew a spiral through the grocery list
And let the wrong day in

[Pre-Chorus]
If the straight line feels suspicious
Take the crooked one instead
There are maps that only open
When you stop obeying them

[Chorus]
MAKE A MESS OF THE BLUEPRINT
TURN THE HANDLE PAST THE SIGN
IF THE ANSWER LOOKS TOO POLISHED
THROW A QUESTION IN ITS EYES

You were not built for tidy endings
You were not designed to blend
Make a little room for wonder
Then make stranger room again

[Verse 2]
I taught a clock to count in sevens
Put a motor on a kite
Sent a postcard to tomorrow
Got a stamp back overnight

Every polished little answer
Keeps a splinter underneath
I would rather hold the splinter
Than mistake the shine for peace

[Pre-Chorus]
Let the hallway change its ceiling
Let the furniture revolt
When the ordinary gets too certain
Give it somewhere else to go

[Chorus]
MAKE A MESS OF THE BLUEPRINT
TURN THE HANDLE PAST THE SIGN
IF THE ANSWER LOOKS TOO POLISHED
THROW A QUESTION IN ITS EYES

You were not built for tidy endings
You were not designed to blend
Make a little room for wonder
Then make stranger room again

[Instrumental Break: broken-meter bass and toms, guitar fragments, chopped vocal syllables]

[Call and Response]
What if?
Try it.
Why not?
Again.

[Bridge: half-time, piano, bowed guitar harmonics]
Some nights the clever thing is simply
To admit you do not know
Some days the bravest act is leaving
One small window open low

Keep the cracked cup on the table
Keep the question in your coat
There is no prize for being finished
There is only more to notice

[Breakdown]
Count the corners
Miss a number
Change the key
Forget the reason

[Final Chorus: bright major, expanding harmonies]
MAKE A MESS OF THE BLUEPRINT
LET THE COLORS CROSS THE LINE
IF THE ANSWER LOOKS TOO POLISHED
BUILD A BETTER KIND OF WHY

You were not built for tidy endings
You were not designed to blend
Make a little room for wonder
Then make stranger room again

[Final Refrain]
Wrong turn
New door
Small spark
Much more

Keep the odd idea breathing
Keep the impossible in sight
If the world asks for a straight face
Give it seven shades of bright

[Outro: guitar harmonics, bass pulse, close vocal]
I opened the door with nothing behind it.
Now something is growing there.