When you are in your bed
And you dream up a song in your head
The man that plays it is red
And he plays the steamwhistle instead of singing all the time
You can't remember the lines
It's just a picture that you find painted in your mind
When you wake up one day
The colors have something to say
Patterns assembled in a non-random way
Feelings you just can't push away
The sound of your feet on the floor
The rhythm in an opening door
Noise that screams to be deciphered
Things that tell us things
I want to know more