Synaesthasia
(There's a condition called synaesthesia
Makes you associate letters with colors, sounds with touch
Why they called it a condition I'll never know)
It's easier to hear when all lights are shut down
Alive colors over here, they hide in secret colored guns
We mess around in their playground
They always put the world to rights
They bear me out, they bear me out
Burry, blurry, explosive, sharp
Glittering feelings tarp
Breath broom brings silence
Breath broom brings silence
"Round round fishbowl, full bubble you taste too
Indissoluble"
Explain that Sciences
Does it make sense to you
Think I am unbalanced don't you
Statics they live in warped wooden attics
Statics won't leave me, they make light of me
Call me a static addict
Everything you do, and
Everything you say
Rainbows in my head
Rambles through the dew
It's just the reef of my roof
(The reef of my roof, the reef of my roof
The reef of my roof, the reef of my roof)
It's just the reef of my roof, the reef of my roof
(The reef of my roof, the reef of my roof)
Making me hit the roof
It's just the reef of my roof
Making me hit the roof
The reef of my roof
(There's a condition called synaesthesia...
Makes you associate letters with colors, sounds with touch
Why they called it a condition I'll never know)
Makes you associate letters with colors, sounds with touch
Why they called it a condition I'll never know)
It's easier to hear when all lights are shut down
Alive colors over here, they hide in secret colored guns
We mess around in their playground
They always put the world to rights
They bear me out, they bear me out
Burry, blurry, explosive, sharp
Glittering feelings tarp
Breath broom brings silence
Breath broom brings silence
"Round round fishbowl, full bubble you taste too
Indissoluble"
Explain that Sciences
Does it make sense to you
Think I am unbalanced don't you
Statics they live in warped wooden attics
Statics won't leave me, they make light of me
Call me a static addict
Everything you do, and
Everything you say
Rainbows in my head
Rambles through the dew
It's just the reef of my roof
(The reef of my roof, the reef of my roof
The reef of my roof, the reef of my roof)
It's just the reef of my roof, the reef of my roof
(The reef of my roof, the reef of my roof)
Making me hit the roof
It's just the reef of my roof
Making me hit the roof
The reef of my roof
(There's a condition called synaesthesia...
Makes you associate letters with colors, sounds with touch
Why they called it a condition I'll never know)
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Writer(s): Mélanie Chenault
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