Abrasive to the touch All in all in all the same thing now We are gathered here in nonesuch Hooks back to the line And I trip over myself here And i trip over myself Something's stuck in me here And I can't get out Some in paint Some in blood Some in makeup Derail me To everything - Churn, churn, churn There is a season - Churn, churn, churn There is a reason Churn, churn, churn This ain't the time or the place I am sick of walking into rainbows I am sick of plugging into rainbows I am sick of tuning into rainbows I am sick of turning into rainbows