Lyrics:
the Maserati same colour as reefa
Ace of spade got me lean like the Tower of Pisa
Light up the dutch we in Amsterdam
Catch me on the bank counter doing
Seeking, recurring dream
Treat in, pure life stream
Put this flight into being and free your theme
Colour in our sight, to value it
A fight away
eyelids
I can feel the colours in your iris
And the pupil looks like something by a stylus
I saw Lucy in the sky with all the diamonds
Right above my head,
of the sky
Spout to the rod
Divining in a smile the oil of tears.
whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with
lost, entering an exit
Finally signing off, attempting to get this
Head trip to stop, rendering me restless
Relentlessly trying to find the strength
and misunderstandings
Our story, a fractured mural with painful renderings
Our tongues like misplaced brushes, our hearts misaligned, would've
Sold my bones for emerald
turn a verse to a picture
that brings worth to a drifter
fuel to the fire
fuel desire
turn a verse to a
Painted on perfected methodical rendering
Disasteraholic
Runs on personal logic
Random artefact hoarder
Finding sense in disorder
Little drawer full of colours
Chaos labelled and numbered
middle finger
Forty years holding brush and knife
Had a scar on his index finger
Where a sharp blade slipped: he carried it for life
His Daddy was a baker
she be navigating
Through the forest of her childhood imagination
Flies a flag and her colours only earth tones
Naturale shine she's sunny when it
sitting
Is it my ego that makes me so damn witty?
Is it my knowledge that allows me to be cheeky?
Index finger up, I sit my tea wit' grit teeth
Chorus:
of the rain
A different world, one without an index
At one with science, terminology that's colour coded
A broken body, blood and bone and skin
I feel
with no lips and no tongue
But with your little, middle, index and ring fingers
Singing 'I see songs in shapes and colours
Not nuclear physics
the kid's room
Furnished with laughter after our lives were situated
And financially elevated
Our house would be decorated in colours and feelings I've only
Decomposing hearse
Splitting at the center
Fraying my circumference
I'm abundance
Space between the lines shift
Shapes a complex
Colours drifting convex
Hear
you palms
Join up your thumbs
Take both your index fingers, and point up at the sun
The H is for Hilltop, yell the name
P Della maing, got more
the kid's room
Furnished with laughter after our lives were situated
And financially elevated
Our house would be decorated in colours and feelings I've only
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