It's alright if the painting's askew on the wall.
Just relax, let it be, 'cause it's not gonna fall.
It's OK not to always rely on yourself,
Even stones need some ground to hold on to.


When the salt of your sighs burns the skin of your eyes
And the weight of your hands is more than you can stand
And the grain that you're worth won't grow out of the earth
It's alright, you'll be alright.


Oh, Kay, it's OK!
Oh, Kay, it's OK!


You're the kink, you're the knack, you're the knuckle, the knell!
You're the kink, you're the knack, you're the knuckle, the knell!
You're the kink, you're the knack, you're the knuckle, the knell!
You're the knuckle, the knowing, the knock!


In the sand of your skin, there's an oil within.
In the reticent dark, there's a potent remark.
It's a beast, and it claws at the infinite walls
And it's waiting for you to unleash it.


You are the beginning of every (k)no.
You are the cutting focus of the (k)night.
You(,) a-muse, the eager and the (k)new.
Don't be afraid(,) the world won't (k)need you.


Oh, Kay, it's OK!
Oh, Kay, it's OK!


You're the kink, you're the knack, you're the knuckle, the knell!
You're the kink, you're the knack, you're the knuckle, the knell!
You're the kink, you're the knack, you're the knuckle, the knell!
You're the kink, you're the knack, you're the knuckle, the knell...


When the salt of your sighs burns the skin of your eyes
And the weight of your hands is more than you can stand
And the grain that you're worth won't grow out of the earth
I am here to remind you of springtime.


It's alright if the painting's askew on the wall.
Just relax, let it be, 'cause it's not gonna fall.
If you look at it right, there's a charm to the flaw,
And there's really no need to fix it!

Oh, Kay, it's OK!
Oh, Kay, it's OK!

(Oh, Kay...)
(Oh, Kay...)
(Oh, Kay...)
(It's OK!)