Borrowed Glass

Intro

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Chorus

I keep a compass made of borrowed glass

Point it at the morning til the morning pass

Point it at the pavement where the pigeons land

Point it at the sky and hold it in my hand

Post-Chorus

Hold it in my hand

Hold it in my hand

Point it at the sky

Hold it in my hand

Verse 1

Woke up in a hallway painted tangerine

My neighbor keeps a lion in a washing machine

I paid rent in riddles and a plastic ring

Somebody told the kettle it could sing

I walk to the corner where the lampposts grow

They lean like old men watching dominoes

A pigeon asked me kindly for the time

I said the clock is broken but I'm doing fine

The bus driver waved me with a wooden spoon

Said son you're early son you're early son you're soon

I counted all the windows on my street

Each one a little mouth that wouldn't eat

Pre-Chorus

And I don't know where I'm going

And I don't know where I've been

But the compass keeps on turning

And it's turning me again

Chorus

I keep a compass made of borrowed glass

Point it at the morning til the morning pass

Point it at the pavement where the pigeons land

Point it at the sky and hold it in my hand

Post-Chorus

Hold it in my hand

Hold it in my hand

Point it at the sky

Hold it in my hand

Verse 2

My cousin sells umbrellas in the desert wind

He swears the sun will pay him back for everything

My mother folds the laundry into little boats

She sails them down the hallway and she never gloats

I met a man in Serbia who taught me chess

He moved a pawn and told me that the board was blessed

Down in Mongolia the horses know my name

They spell it out in hoofprints when it starts to rain

Pre-Chorus

And I don't know where I'm going

And I don't know where I've been

But the compass keeps on turning

And it's turning me again

Chorus

I keep a compass made of borrowed glass

Point it at the morning til the morning pass

Point it at the pavement where the pigeons land

Point it at the sky and hold it in my hand

Bridge

Turn it round

Turn it round

Every road is upside down

Every door is just a sound

Turn it round

Turn it round

Verse 3

I dance with my reflection in a silver lake

He copies every wobble that my shoulders make

A trumpet player busks inside a hollow tree

The notes come out like honey dripping slow and free

I traded my umbrella for a paper crown

The rain forgave me anyway and settled down

So if you see me walking with a borrowed grin

Just know the compass told me where I've always been

Chorus

I keep a compass made of borrowed glass

Point it at the morning til the morning pass

Point it at the pavement where the pigeons land

Point it at the sky and hold it in my hand

Post-Chorus

Hold it in my hand

Hold it in my hand

Point it at the sky

Hold it in my hand

Outro

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