The Walls are talking... Colours are screaming... In the parlour... I am dreaming... Loud designs... Geometric... Atmosphere... Is electric... But I’m looking... At your face... In this tilted... Hazy place... Living on a... Technicolour island, Holding to... the quiet and the silent. Living on a... Technicolour island, Here with you... my world no longer grey,. I'm holding onto you... I'm wanting you to stay... Masters dreaming... With their ink... Pushing us... To the brink... Was it courage... Was it madness? Was it joy... Or was it sadness? I am clutching... To your hand... In this shifting... Woolly land... Living on a... Technicolour island, Holding to... the quiet and the silent. Living on a... Technicolour island, Here with you... my world no longer grey... I'm holding onto you... I'm wanting you to stay... Waves are quiet... Walls are still... We have reached... The final hill... Gravity... Steady grace... Found within... Your honest face... Keep the signal... Loud and clear... There is nothing... Left to fear... Stop the spinning... Stop the clock... Staying... with me... Staying... with you... Holding... so tight... Perfectly... Goodnight.
