I never knew my spectrum Turns out I feel pink I always thought I was colourless As dark as ink If you look at my roots That may be the case But my branches are blooming And I've turned about face Oh, and I'm riding the wave Even though I don't know how to breathe underwater But I've slashed a few gills in my neck And I'm not going under 'Cause you'll dig up the gold in me When all you usually see Is black Yes, I have gold inside It's been so easy to hide But now, there's a crack And it's never going back It's alive...