As a baby in my mother's arms
She would croon and I'd see pink
And when she'd bathe me in the sink
The radio would play red or green or lavender
When the Beatles sing it's a yellow thing
Yeah, the Stones are always purple
Every melody that I hear
Fills my mind with colors bright and beautiful
SYNAESTHESIA
If everyone could see the things that I hear
SYNAESTHESIA
A giant box of Crayolas in my ear
With my new CD I'm in ecstasy
I can see beyond the rainbow
Heavy metal is ultraviolet
It's unhealthy but I love that copper tone glow
SYNAESTHESIA
If everyone could see the things that I hear
SYNAESTHESIA
A giant box of Crayolas in my ear
But when I leave my home, it's a dangerous thing
Cause people will whistle, and people will sing
I can't see straight in the shopping mall
Cause music's playin' wall to wall
And the boom-boom cars make me see stars
I never, never, never, never go to bars
The jukebox makes the girls turn green
Nobody knows the things I've seen
(nobody knows the things he's seen)
After a long hard day, I need to see some grey
Or at least some muted earth tones
A new-age dulcet dulcimer
Some whales, a bamboo flute, a rainforest -- But
please, no saxophones.
SYNAESTHESIA
If everyone could see the things that I hear
SYNAESTHESIA
A giant box of Crayolas in my ear -- stuck in my ear

Writer : JOE FINETTI, RICHARD GREENE, GUNNAR MADSEN
Copyright : Lyrics © BEST OF BREED MUSIC