Porcelain orbit

Intro]

Ooh… ooh…

Ooh… ooh-oh…

Ooh… ooh…

Ooh… ooh…

Chorus

Black holes in the sink,

spinning me down till I feel myself shrink.

My sight starts to bend and blur

I’m feeling things I can’t keep hold of.

Verse 1

Bruised palms

heavy hands on heavy hearts.

Liquid lungs,

static hiccups in my gut.

Sinking deep into a daze,

moving slow through a sensory of haze.

Chorus

Black holes in the sink,

spinning me down till I feel myself shrink.

My sight starts to bend and blur

I’m feeling things I can’t keep hold of.

Drop

Spinning, spinning

starting to shrink.

Verse 2

Taste the sound,

that bitter bite of gravity.

See the wind

crack like a windowpane.

My marrow turns to a rushing creek,

washing out the words I’m trying to speak.

Chorus

Black holes in the sink,

spinning me down till I feel myself shrink.

My sight starts to bend and blur—

I’m feeling things I can’t keep hold of.

Bridge

Maybe it’s chemistry,

maybe it’s geometry,

maybe it’s just how it’s meant to be.

Fractals crawling on my skin,

forgetting where I even begin.

Drop

Spinning, spinning

starting to shrink.

Chorus

Black holes in the sink,

spinning me down till I feel myself shrink.

My sight starts to bend and blur

I’m feeling things I can’t keep hold of.