there's an odd shape to the space inside my head
the walls are painted green and blue and red
the sky is yellow, violet are words we said
and sometimes I feel blind or mostly dead
everything's the same inside my head

crayola has nothing on me
rainbows just begin my memory
most things are beyond what eyes can see
and who really knows what's meant to be
everything's the same in honesty

as if it was a place we could forget
as if it was a thing we could regret
as if it was a time that was not yet
as if it was water that was not wet
as if it was a sun that never set
but only hung on the horizon
some thing keep your eyes on
strangely mesmerizing
but not surprising

there's an empty space inside my heart
that's the way of love from the start
nothing changes even falling apart
the target always finds the pointed dart
everything's the same inside my heart

as if it was a thought we could not find
as if it was a feeling that resigned
as if it was a time we left behind
as if it was wisdom that was not blind
as if it was eyesight for the blind
but left it some where no one could see
except something inside of me
strangely multiplying
but not surprising

as if it was a race without a goal
as if it was a road without a toll
as if it was a time without a pole
as if it was a virus out of control
as if it was a pipe without a bowl
but left a smoke ring in memory
that hangs around to comfort me
strangely enterprising
but not surprising

fantasy has nothing on me
magic just begins my memory
most things are beyond what eyes can see
and who really knows
who really knows
who really knows
everything's the same in honesty
but not surprising
truth is plain to see
nothing to do
when it comes to you
everything's the same inside of me