Bluegreen Video (MV)

I fell from the vine, flesh hard and underripe
Bitter fruit swept off too soon, the garden's bizarre prototype

I experienced my creator in the form of a record skip
She told me she was sorry that she couldn't take authorship

For the songs on the record
As it spins, music escapes my mouth like a phonograph's pavilion, crank my manivelle

I've built a house whose foundation can lift me off the turntable and I'm spinning
Levitate into space like a UFO, build up the underpinning as
Dust constellates the forms, I am in tune with my corridors

(I am in tune with my corridors)

Remember the windows to look out

I am the sound that lofts
I am the hypothetical house
See me drift through space