Dust motes dancing near the blind, (dancing near the blind) A patchwork ghost is hard to find, Patchy sprawled across the wood, Misunderstood but feeling good. Rufus watches from the chair, (watches from the chair) Static electricity in his hair. Small talk in the kitchen air, Aja's waiting by her bowl, Just a silver pouch of Whiskas, Feeds the soul. Joy is soft around the edges, (soft around the edges) Living in the window ledges. Paws on keys, a rhythmic tap, Love is landing in my lap. Cats that climb and jump for height, Chasing shadows through the night. In the mirror, three small faces, Filling up the empty spaces. (Ooh, ooh...) (mmm...) (Ooh, ooh...) My three little nekos, (patchy, rufus and aja) Neko.