we are all apart of this quiet still life toy shop
and it's like a page closed tight inside a children's book
tucked behind dust between a dictionary and a picture book
of stars & galaxies

we only animate when you come up to us and start living us
we only mean anything when we haven't finished
and we know every song ever written but we are still rehearsing
for the Big Day
(unless it is the Big Day, then we are performing what we have practiced.)

i mean like
what the hell is this?