Lyrics

Truest colors bleed like paint she said
Now these pages smell of pheromone
Finds a dress and puts it on

One more fill my cup with wine before
I start to drift into another place
Turns her head to show her face

She asks me carelessly
With the world so quite can you hear
Muted colors disappear?
She asks me carelessly
With the moon hanging above our heads
Let’s take a walk and out she led

I’m seeing patterns in the walls
Fractals and tracers
Visual Snow
Sprues gates and risers
Honeycomb spirals