Dithering Lows

Everything I know is in my home
and I find myself quite bored

Everyone I know has vainly grown
I prefer to keep the shutters closed

and I don't know where my genius goes

Dithering Lows
Dithering Lows

I'm the shadow of my former self
I'm the dustball underneath the couch
I'm the cupboard should remain closed

Dithering Lows
Dithering Lows

I'm in the shadow of the doorstop
I sleep beside the family dog

My imagination is like a door locked
And I can't get in
I can't get in
I can't get in
at all

Here's a portrait that I made of you
But I painted myself out

You can see my features coming through
You can see the things I tried to do

And I don't know where my genius goes

Dithering lows
Dithering lows

Can you see my features coming through?
Can you see my features coming through?
All the things I tried to do
I tried to do

And you know my secrets, don't you?
And you know my secrets, don't you?
All the things I tried to do
I tried to do

Can you see my genius coming through?
Can you see my genius coming through?
All the things I tried to do
Just to reach you