Memories help us understand time And help us to come to terms with what's been placed inside Inside every one of our minds a small child hides Life is not a perfect game You will know me by my given name But you will never know all the lives that I've led And you may never see me for the grain of sand I am Life is not a perfect game Fault isn't the emerald sky It is the ivory lie told through our eyes When there's no other way out, there is another way out Your feet are the ground, one field of white Crimson solitude lends yellow waves Patches of what was green now is white And what was future now is hindsight Brick and turquoise, dancing violet strands Bluish topaz acquiescent nerves bleed magenta Among other things gossip betrays confidence So avoid the ones with the quick tongues Those who talk away, way too much Pour one out for those who've been blessed with the gift of silence and the grace to use it Electro magnetics would have us to believe vision is dead So open your ears and listen, the colors will come in They will rush in your childish eyes We are the speed of light And we ride frequencies like the wind And as we stop to rest on a wavelength Or up against an old oak tree We are a leather bound story And the book is the only thing keeping us alive We are the speed of light Just wait