Classing class as I class colour

One is one and one is the other

Finding freedom in fervour

Can one lonely soul discover?



Touching seeing hearing things

Sensation's where it all begins

To start the start of anything

Is to start the start of everything



Counselling countless souls

Neighbouring wanted rogues

Harbouring heavy loads

To shed’s to sheer to shake things clear



Maybe sometimes I’m not me

Maybe sometimes I can’t see

Maybe sometimes I’m not me

Maybe maybe she can see



Now I know when not to squander

Feel through feet the wildest thunder

Open up let me discover

Your wildest wishes up and under.