## Metadata
**Caption:** psychedelic rock, avant garde, orchestral chaos, surreal lyrics, dense production, duet vocal
**BPM:** 70
**Duration:** 175.0s
**Key:** C minor
**Time Signature:** 4

## Lyrics
[verse]
I'm a lamp, you're a spoon, we're a broken clock at noon
Melting umbrellas dripping down the wall
Sitting on a teacup floating in the hall
See how they mumble, see how they crawl

[chorus]
I am the lantern, I am the crow
I am the puddle where the streetlights go
Nothing makes sense and everything's true
I am the mirror, I am you

[verse]
Yellow bicycle riding on the ceiling
Purple envelope full of purple feeling
Grandmother's radio speaking backwards French
Sitting in a garden on a crooked bench

[chorus]
I am the lantern, I am the crow
I am the puddle where the streetlights go
Nothing makes sense and everything's true
I am the mirror, I am you

[bridge]
Semolina skyline, cellophane rain
Turning every answer into a question again
Round and round the nonsense spins the wheel
Nothing to explain, just something to feel

[chorus]
I am the lantern, I am the crow
I am the puddle where the streetlights go
Nothing makes sense and everything's true
I am the mirror, I am you