The Insulation

By Menomena

On Mines

Released on July 27, 2010

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Begin to unwind

That's a process that's riddled with fear of mankind

The prospect of failings on par with divine

There's a tip of an iceberg with wandering eyes

And sights set on melting

A hole through your heart

Or a shoe through the floor

And my only request on your way out the door

Is that you take a bow

Take a bow

Take a bow

So I must confess

With the whisper that pulls at the hairs on your neck

I'm a clear cutting forest to fill with regret

For rings left uncounted from trunks that I've split

How could I ever begin to unwind?

It's a process that's riddled with fear of mankind

The prospect of failings on par with divine

There's a tip of an iceberg with wandering eyes

And sights set on melting

A hole through your heart

Or a shoe through the floor

And my only request on your way out the door

Is that you take a bow

Take a bow

Take a bow

Take a bow...

There is a draft coming up the stairs from a tiny room

The vibes aren't all that good so I avoid

Going down there unless it's a complete necessity

Which is usually only twice a year

There's a hole in the kitchen wall covered by a stopped clock

The insulation could be better but I

Like the fact that I'm sheltered from the elements

By a broken countdown towards extinction

There is a hole in the ceiling pointing to the north star

Reassuring me I'll find my way home

As long as there's no clouds or airplanes in the night sky

And my alignment's cosmically exact

Begin to unwind

That's a process that's riddled with fear of mankind

The prospect of failings on par with divine

There's a tip of an iceberg with wandering eyes

And sights set on melting

A hole through your heart

Or a shoe through the floor

And my only request on your way out the door

Is that you take a bow

Take a bow

Take a bow

Begin to unwind

That's a process that's riddled with fear of mankind

The prospect of failings on par with divine

There's a tip of an iceberg with wandering eyes

And sights set on melting

A hole through your heart

Or a shoe through the floor

And my only request on your way out the door

Is that you take a bow