As one child is taught red on his mother's knee, the one true colour A neighbour is taught blue on his mother's knee, the one true colour With a fervour inherited, it will be subsequently delivered Ignore the spectrum Dear whom it may concern, I feel as though I'm about to crash and burn I think I'm falling and there's no return But I've no idea to whom this may concern I'm looking out at all the stars and I learn There's no one up above to hear me yearn I'm on my own In the arena of the endless unknown Do not stage theatre and call it truth And when one child is taught red on his mother's knee It must be subsequently delivered With all of the spectrum Someone has whipped the carpet from beneath my feet Someone upturned the furniture in my mind But oh how rich the soil How wondrous the upheaval It's time to embark To dissect is to broaden the adventure And enrich one's tenure So do not blunt the surgeon's knife There's so much to explore; there's so much to absorb And then the atoms that you borrowed They are returned to the cosmos They are returned when you're