Sounds And Lyrics

A certain shade of green,
tell me, is that what you need?
All signs around say move ahead.
Could someone please explain to me
your ever present lack of speed?
Are your muscles bound by ropes?
Or do grudges cloud your day?
My sources say the road is clear,
and street signs point the way.

Are you gonna stand around ’till 2012 A.D.?
What are you waiting for,
A certain shade of green?
I think I grew a gray watching you procrastinate.
What are you waiting for,
A certain shade of green?

Would a written invitation
signed, “Choose now or lose it all,”
sedate your hesitation?
Or inflame and make you stall?
You’ve been raised in limitation,
but that glove never fit quite right.
The time has passed for hand-me-downs,
choose a new, please evolve,
take flight.

Are you gonna stand around till 2012 A.D.?
What are you waiting for,
A certain shade of green?
I think I grew a gray watching you procrastinate.

Green? What are you waiting for?
Said what are you waiting for?

A written invitation?
A public declaration?
A perfect constellation?
Remember when you procrastinate you choose last
I think I grew a gray watching you procrastinate.
Are you gonna stand around till 2012 A.D.?
What are you waiting for,
A certain shade of green?
I think I grew a gray watching you procrastinate.
What are you waiting for?

My hands are trembling
And my eyes are on fire
This house is crumbling
Left brain, left out, on the wire

You make me happy
You magnify my better half
You make me certain
Though all I have today is your photograph

My past is perilous
But each scar I bear sings
Monuments to where I have been
And melodies to where I am going

You make me happy
You magnify my better half
You make me certain
Though all I have today is your photograph

When will I see you again?
Still-life can only go so far
I need you in front of me
Saying my name
Saying to me…
“I want you the way you are
You, the way you are”

You make me happy
You magnify my better half
You make me certain
Though all I have today is your photograph
You make me happy

Imagine your brain as a

Canister filled with ink

Yeah, now think of your body

As the pen where the ink resides

Fuse the two, kapok

What are you now?

You’re the human magic marker, won’t you

Please surprise my eyes?

It’s in your nature

You can paint whatever picture

You like no matter what

Ted Koppel says on channel 4 tonight

So modify this third rock from the sun

By painting myriads of pictures

With the colors of one

I’m sick of painting in black and white

My pen is dry, now I’m uptight

So sick of limiting myself

To fit your definition

I’m sick of painting in black and white

My pen is dry, now I’m uptight

So sick of limiting myself

To fit your definition

Picture the scene

Where whatever you thought

Would, in the blink of an eye

Manifest and become illustrated

You’d be sure man that every

Line drawn reflected

A life that you loved

Not an existence that you hated

So, must we demonstrate that

We can’t get it straight?

We’ve painted a picture

Now we’re drowning in paint

Lets figure out what the fuck it’s about

Before the picture we painted

Chews us up and spits us out

I’m sick of painting in black and white

My pen is dry, now I’m uptight

So sick of limiting myself

To fit your definition

I’m sick of painting in black and white

My pen is dry, now I’m uptight

So sick of limiting myself

To fit your definition

What, what

What, what

What, what

What, what

Redefine

I’m sick of painting in black and white

My pen is dry, now I’m uptight

So sick of limiting myself

To fit your definition

So, must we demonstrate that

We can’t get it straight?

We’ve painted a picture

Now we’re drowning in paint

Lets figure out what the fuck it’s about

Before the picture we painted

Chews us up and spits us out