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