Bobs, The
Synaesthesia
As a baby in my mother's armsShe would croon and I'd see pinkAnd when she'd bathe me in the sinkThe radio would play red or green or lavenderWhen the Beatles sing it's a yellow thingYeah, the Stones are always purpleEvery melody that I hearFills my mind with colors bright and beautifulSYNAESTHESIAIf everyone could see the things that I hearSYNAESTHESIAA giant box of Crayolas in my earWith my new CD I'm in ecstasyI can see beyond the rainbowHeavy metal is ultravioletIt's unhealthy but I love that copper tone glowSYNAESTHESIAIf everyone could see the things that I hearSYNAESTHESIAA giant box of Crayolas in my earBut when I leave my home, it's a dangerous thingCause people will whistle, and people will singI can't see straight in the shopping mallCause music's playin' wall to wallAnd the boom-boom cars make me see starsI never, never, never, never go to barsLetras de cancionesThe jukebox makes the girls turn greenNobody knows the things I've seen(nobody knows the things he's seen)After a long hard day, I need to see some greyOr at least some muted earth tonesA new-age dulcet dulcimerSome whales, a bamboo flute, a rainforest -- But please, no saxophones.SYNAESTHESIAIf everyone could see the things that I hearSYNAESTHESIAA giant box of Crayolas in my ear -- stuck in my ear
From Letras Mania