Too Many Colors - Aleka's Attic - My Private Idaho

Too Many Colors - Aleka's Attic My Private Idaho 1991 My closet is all i have for secrets I lived once before It looked just like mom's painting Dad made me play ball I lost my real reason I was scared, it's taste was sweet There were too many colors Wake up some more Should you all get used to many other colors Wake up some more and you'll get used to other colors Somehow we get strapped into unlikely straight jackets Top tailors Pay all We'll say how well they suit you They sold you bad credit Stressed brainless, you can't budget Sleeping ills and black/white dreams Inside it seems like treason Wake up some more Should you all get used to many other colors Wake up some more Should you all get used to many other colors This world is colored in by your own hearts It could be a melting pot for some kids crayons This world has more than i want to choose from There's too many colors Our mix strong They're now colorless i have found Human method One stab more than any advert could offer Turn of glaith, of her self-induced revision Wash your face Look, mirror the strain on a color of your Eyes can show you Are they bight red or white? Don't just close Those shudders don't just pull off those covers Wake up some more Should you all get used to many other colors Wake up some more Should you all get used to many other colors Waking, it's time that you all get used to other colors Waking, it's time that you all get used to other colors