Some folks see the world as a stone
Concrete daubed in dull monotone

Your heart is the big box of paints
And others the canvas we're dealt
Your heart is the big box of paints
How coloured the flowers all smelled

As they huddled there, in petalled prayer
They told me this, as I knelt there

Awaken you dreamers adrift in your beds
Balloons and streamers decorate the inside of your heads

Please let some out, do it today
But don't let the loveless ones
Sell you a world wrapped in grey

Some folks pull this life like a weight
Drab and dragging dreams made of slate

Your heart is the big box of paints
And others the canvas we're dealt
Your heart is the big box of paints
Just think how the old masters felt, they call...

Awaken you dreamers asleep at your desks
Parrots and lemurs populate your unconscious grotesques

Please let some out, do it today
But don't let the loveless ones
Sell you a world wrapped in grey

And in the very least you can stand up naked and grin