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