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 a**embled 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