Mayor of Donutville - Small and Quiet Lyrics

One broken little thought
Twisting like a thread that joins in sheets in space unoccupied
Lights flickering and caught
Wash the feeling of an interrupted standing space and time
And now just clocks and ledger lines
Just balances and anchors
Hold but I could disappear
I could be a cloud, a mist, an atmosphere and gone

One broken little thought
Just another whim detached, a feather on a string aloft
How I became the eye
Both at once an empty space and a holding of collected thought
So quick how darkness circles round
To mend a broken shadow
Still, I could be the fog
I could be a blur, a breath, a whisper small and quiet