[Verse 1] Breakfast on a tightrope Teeth in yesterday’s coat Waving at the neighbors In my cardboard crown (hey!) Goldfish in the bathtub Taking notes on clouds Talking to the toaster Like it runs this town [Pre-Chorus] My diary’s in crossword clues My heartbeat taps in Morse All the spoons are plastic moons Orbiting the forks [Chorus] Welcome to my porcelain parade Where the clowns wear all my old names I juggle thunder in a paper cage Smile so wide that the sky looks afraid Every step a sideways escalator Every thought a misfired elevator If you’re lost Then you’ve already stayed In my porcelain parade [Verse 2] I water all the houseplants With a measuring tape Counting every raindrop Till the numbers break Mailman brings me rumors I sign them with a crayon Hang them on the fridge door Like coupons for chaos (oh yeah) [Pre-Chorus] My compass points to kitchen sinks Maps are folded paper wings I dance in closets taking polls On who still trusts their blinking phones [Chorus] Welcome to my porcelain parade Where the clowns wear all my old names I juggle thunder in a paper cage Smile so wide that the sky looks afraid Every step a sideways escalator Every thought a misfired elevator If you’re lost Then you’ve already stayed In my porcelain parade [Bridge] [tempo slows Strings swell] Some days I’m a library Bookshelves built of bees Buzzing little diagnoses Filing cabinets in my sleeves [tempo snaps into fast double-time] Some days I’m a shopping cart Racing down a hill Full of half-price halos And over-the-counter will [Chorus] Welcome to my porcelain parade Where the clowns wear all my old names I juggle thunder in a paper cage Smile so wide that the sky looks afraid Every step a sideways escalator Every thought a misfired elevator If you’re lost Then you’ve already stayed In my porcelain parade [Outro] [tempo drops Soft piano and strings] Curtain call in my kitchen Audience of spoons I bow to all the ghosts That tidy up my room One more crooked curtsy To the mess we made Then I sleepwalk back Through my porcelain parade

Theatrical art-pop with male vocals; piano and brushed drums carry a wry, cabaret bounce that bursts into double-time with floor-tom rolls and bagpipes on the hooks. Verses stay nimble and talky over pizzicato strings; choruses swell with legato violin and cello, big octave piano hits, and singalong gang vocals. Tempo lurches playfully between half-time and sprinting runs for a “circus on the brink” vibe, closing in a bittersweet, slowed-down coda., slow, cello, violin

Porcelain Parade