Three closed doors
And two warm welcomes.
Make no equality
Like a pair of eyes that smile
And a mouth that speaks.
A sorrowful goodbye.
It's in these mindscapes
And equations I find
My solitary mood relations
But sometimes I'm just fed up
With all the numbers said
When 2 times 1 makes 11 in my head
So maybe we could give
All the numbers
Colors instead
All my mindscapes
And equations and all
My solitary mood relations
Yet my lament is in numbers
Never to discuss
But always false or true
And in the end I realize
It's really all
Up to you
All my mindscapes
And equations and all
My solitary mood relations