(Intro) [Instrumental] Mmmmm Mmmm Mmmm Mmmmm (Verse 1) What is a rainbow anyway? Just light that's bent a certain way. Not something you can ever hold. A trick of perspective, so I'm told. (Pre-Chorus) Is a rainbow really in our heads, is it really some sort of lie? 'Cause today my camera saw colours, arcing up through the sky. (Chorus) You say it's all just patterns in dust. But it's here in my heart, so let's take it on trust You talk of reflections, of smoke in the air, our minds all bent to what’s barely there. You say love's a dream, that it's not really true... Well I don't care, I still love you. (Verse 2) What is redness anyway? Just an idea, is what you'd say: not a wavelength, not spikes inside... But the deeper truths are the ones that hide. (Pre-Chorus) Thank God for all the kway-lee-ah, that your science can't explain, for redness and cinnamon, for love, and for pain. (Chorus) You say it's all just patterns in dust. But it's here in my heart, so let's take it on trust. You talk of reflections, of smoke in the air, our minds all bent to what’s barely there. You say love's a dream, that it's not really true... Well I don't care, I still love you. (Bridge) What is a promise, but breath on the air? We cling to ideas but they’re not really there A hope for tomorrow, a wish on the breeze A story we tell ourselves just to believe That we're more than blind patterns More than physics and atoms You say that we live in illusions we make, that nothing is solid, our lives are all fake. But love’s like a rainbow: it’s there in the end, even if you can’t see it, my friend. Your science might be right, love might be a lie... But I looked up today and saw an arc in the sky. (Pre-Chorus) You say it’s all tricks that play in the brain, but you just can’t believe what you can’t explain. (Chorus) You say it's all just patterns in dust. But it's here in my heart, so let's take it on trust You talk of reflections, of smoke in the air, our minds all bent to what’s barely there. You say love's a dream, that it's not really true... Well I don't care, As long as it's you. (Outro) So tell me it’s false, that there's nothing in here but a neural model of all I hold dear. Well, I don't care... Say it's all spikes; it may well be true. Just synapses firing, when I think of you. I’ll still follow that arc through the deep, deep blue.