Syncopate the Beat

Look into the mirror, can't you see the light?
Look outside the window, can't you see the light?
When the harp is playing be sure that you've cleaned your hands
And try to talk much clearer, so the world will understand

That you syncopate the beat, that color scheme like you're living inside someone else's dream
That sugarplum queen has no money to buy herself the rest of the dress

Won't you tap the keys so gently?
Scared it might make a sound
And the rain won't break the window, unless you know which monarch was crowned
When the harp is playing be sure that you've cleaned your hands
And try to talk much clearer, so the world will understand

That you syncopate the beat, that color scheme like you're living inside someone else's dream
That sugarplum queen has no money to buy herself the rest of the dress, it's the stress
It's the stress

It's the mess of the man with the bird and the egg
With the two in the hand when the razor is bled
When the harp is playing be sure that you've cleaned your hands
And try to talk much clearer, so the world will understand

That you syncopate the beat, that color scheme like you're living inside someone else's dream
That sugarplum queen has no money to buy herself the rest of the dress
Won't you syncopate the beat, that color scheme like you're living inside someone else's dream
That sugarplum queen has no money to buy herself the rest of the dress, it's the stress