There are purple trees inside this head,
The roots grow down to my toes.
And the purples leaves (as my mother said)
are colours that no other knows.

For I was born in a heartless world of red,
As blue rained from the sky.
But my soul's a seed (as my mother said),
From which purple began to rise.

I am now a Forrest of red and blue,
and colours you cannot see.
And I may not be you, or you,
But I am most definitely me.

So tell me a lie / a label / a truth,
That is primary to believe.
But I am not a red and blue youth,
For I am full of purple trees.