Joe Henry - Channel текст песни

How can I change the lights
The color of this room
Why can't this channel find
A kinder afternoon

I feel the fray of every letter
To cross your lips that know no better
Disarray, disarray

I want my story straight
But all the others bend
From wonderous to strange
To beauty at the end

I move along a swaying wire
Your talking drums a perfect choir
To my disarray, disarray, disarray

Each fuzzy word I said
Returns a finer blade
To touch the thought balloon
Of every plan I've laid

I know the switch but keep the station
I love you with all due desperation
And disarray, disarray, disarray