Lyrics

It's not like I'm living in black and white.
I've been seeing colours for some time now.
Or at least I'd so believed.

Then the planets aligned, and the plan was designed,
to turn us all on to a sight unseen.
And the task of delivery was laid upon me.

Explain to a blind man the shooting stars
Explain to a deaf man this loud guitar.
Explain to me what makes you think I've the means.

It's not blue, the color given to your despair
It's not blue, no longer able to put me there.
It's not red, it's so much brighter than passion's burn.
In my head, this unseen colour from which I've learned.

It's not blue, the color given to your despair
It's not blue, no longer able to put me there.
It's not red, it's so much brighter than passion's burn.
In my head, this unseen colour from which I've learned.
From which I've learned.