we can’t escape the after-image always stays we learned that night we’re made of reflected light
mixing now the pattern shifts we make out a bezold effect as new boundaries connect
with the color of interaction now at play intervals transform our hearts’ array
mixing now the pattern shifts we make out a bezold effect as new boundaries connect
we make a tetrachord, what are we waiting for we’ll find the figure-ground harmony and whether it is warm, or whether it is cool i’ll be the color ever next to you