Dirty Milk - Placard Lyrics

I want to gather up all of the threads
That are weaving in and out of me
Learn to tie them in a bow
Two half-hitches
Or any other pretty shape that could bring them all together
All tight
Twisted
Stretched to the limit
Shape-shifted
But no different in the end

Enter the museum with the plastic roof
I promise not to seal you in
I am learning to make several overlapping connections
While preparing my exhibition
Of honeycomb
Snail shell
Acorn top
Dragon ring
Handmade wooden game
It's all the same in the end