Shapes and Colors

Shapes and colors, father mother on this fantasy

And I'm chasin' yes I race into a hazy dream

I lived so long ago inside just like a time machine

And in the future you will use your magic hyper beam

We fall apart and get put back together

Our heads go floating past

We'll make this start for the

And to forever

If they don't make it back

It's something underrated

Treated like a chore

Often been debated

Too many times before

Too many times we come intoxicated

I think I'll go to sleep

Drink til the morning comes

Wake when the day's begun

I pray my soul to keep

It's something underrated

Treated like a chore

Often been debated

Shapes and colors, father mother on this fantasy

And I'm chasin' yes I race into a hazy dream

I lived so long ago inside just like a time machine

And in the future you will use your magic hyper beam

It's something underrated

Treated like a chore

Often been debated

Too many times before