Three closed doors And two walls welcomes. Make no equality Like a pair of eyes that smile And the mouth that speaks. A sorrow full goodbye. It's in these mind escapes And equations I find My solitary mood relations
But sometimes I'm just fed up With all the numbers said When 2 times 1 makes 11 in my head So maybe we could give All the numbers Colors instead
All my mind scape And equation in all My solitary mood relations
Yet my lament is in numbers Never to discuss But always felt so true And in the end I realize It's really all Up to you
All my mind scape And equations in all My solitary mood relations