As a baby in my mother's arms She would croon and I'd see pink And when she'd bathe me in the sink The radio would play red or green or lavender When the Beatles sing it's a yellow thing Yeah, the Stones are always purple Every melody that I hear Fills my mind with colors bright and beautiful Synaesthesia If everyone could see the things that I hear Synaesthesia A giant box of Crayolas in my ear With my new CD I'm in ecstasy I can see beyond the rainbow Heavy metal is ultraviolet It's unhealthy but I love that copper tone glow Synaesthesia If everyone could see the things that I hear Synaesthesia A giant box of Crayolas in my ear But when I leave my home, it's a dangerous thing Cause people will whistle, and people will sing I can't see straight in the shopping mall Cause music's playin' wall to wall And the boom-boom cars make me see stars I never, never, never, never go to bars The jukebox makes the girls turn green Nobody knows the things I've seen (nobody knows the things he's seen) After a long hard day, I need to see some grey Or at least some muted earth tones A new-age dulcet dulcimer Some whales, a bamboo flute, a rainforest -- But Please, no saxophones. Synaesthesia If everyone could see the things that I hear Synaesthesia A giant box of Crayolas in my ear -- stuck in my ear