I don't know if it's a green or blue I don't know if it's in love with you That's the prism of the senses Yeah, that's the prison of the senses Something far away has come to me I know the sum of the parts, the contingencies I don't know if it's a picking at food I would deny it, that I don't know what is true I take the time to refine a better run out to sea The attitude, opportunity knocks That's the prism of the senses Yeah, that's the prison of the senses When the fray is too big to unwind And all the rain is the color of time You demand that the whatsits is you I say, Oh lord, I knew While I lean on the remnants of a fractured plan I will learn all the regions on the side of a can That's the prism of the senses Yeah, that's the prison of the senses That's the kingdom of the senses Yeah, dowgie Yeah, dowgie