Tell me which colour is blue
Then stand in a line and shout "Idiot, yours truly"
Nothing compares to this feeling of flying
And gravity wants to join in for the ride!
I don't know which one is true
The fool and the knave they both have intuitions
But foolproof plans which require ten volumes
To explain the subtleties just don't sound right.
I will determine the last day on earth
And I will determine what Winston was saying
So I can make way for the peach and the pear and the plum
(And you will not fault what I've done!)
The concrete must yield to the steel
And some sun could reach me despite of the morning.
Patio living with no remote features
Could be a solution but think of the mice!
I will dig deeper than others will dare
And I will dig deeper regardless of warning
I will make way for the peach and the pear and the plum
(And you will not fault what I've done!)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!