As one child is taught
red on his mother's knee(the one true colour)A neighbour is taught blue on his mother's knee(the one true colour)With a fervour inherited,
it wil subsequently be deliveredIgnore the spectrumDear whom it may concern,
I feel as though I'm about to crash and burnI think I'm falling and there's no return
But I've no idea to whom this may concern
I'm looking out at all the stars and I learn
There's no one up above to hear me yearnI'm on my ownIn the arena of the endless unknown
Do not stage theatre and call it truthAnd when one child is taught red on his mother's knee
It must be subsequently deliveredWith all of the spectrumDear whom it may concern,
I feel as though I'm about to crash and burnI think I'm falling and there's no return
But I've no idea to whom this may concernI'm looking out at all the stars and I learn
There's no one up above to hear me yearnI'm on my ownSomeone has whipped the carpet from beneath my feet
Someone upturned the furniture in my mind
But oh how rich the soil
How wondrous the upheaval
It's time to embark... To dissect is to broaden the adventure
And enrich one's tenure
So do not blunt the surgeon's knife But oh how rich the soil
How wondrous the upheaval
It's time to embark... There's so much to explore;
there's so much to absorbAnd then the atoms that you borrowed
They are returned to the cosmos
They are returned when you're
