A pickled eye, a petri dish
A map of Africa, the journal of a witch
A water clock, a pewter bird
Encyclopedias of the absurd
I furnish you, you furnish me
We furnish houses in each other constantly
I redesign your living space
You put the picture in the other place
The place where people never say the things they see
And I can't get these living spaces out of me
But happiness is something strange
No dusty moth collection, made to rearrange
Made to rearrange
Made to rearrange
Made to rearrange