The Stones in the Pockets

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your mind moves like light through water,
splitting into prismatic thought—
each moment a separate colour,
yet somehow all of it held
in the same trembling membrane.
Your synaptic plasticity rewires
the way we see ordinary rooms,
how a kitchen becomes infinite.

[Chorus]
You spill the inside onto the page,
make the invisible visible,
train your mirror neurons to catch
what no one else could name—
the texture of a Tuesday,
the weight of being alive.
You spill the inside onto the page.

[Verse 2]
The stream never stops flowing.
Your theta waves hum their own frequency,
dreaming while awake, collapsing
the boundary between what happened
and what it meant to feel it happen.
Long-term potentiation builds your syntax—
each sentence branches like axons reaching,
grasping for the shape of consciousness itself.

[Chorus]
You spill the inside onto the page,
make the invisible visible,
train your mirror neurons to catch
what no one else could name—
the texture of a Tuesday,
the weight of being alive.
You spill the inside onto the page.

[Bridge]
Your interoception reads the body's whisper,
cortical remapping at every word,
proprioception of the self dissolving,
reforming, dissolving again—
you don't transcribe the moment,
you ARE the moment becoming.

[Chorus]
You spill the inside onto the page,
make the invisible visible,
train your mirror neurons to catch
what no one else could name—
the texture of a Tuesday,
the weight of being alive.
You spill the inside onto the page.

[Outro]
The thought keeps flowing,
luminous, unbroken, yours—
and we wade into it, breathing.

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