What lies beneath? What we see is how we perceive What exists around, is how we weave? Or is life just a fake facade Our lives already change, taint and retard The colour of the world Turn it Change it As we manipulate our moods. Does the sun actually turn bright? Or has it always been dull white? The sky maybe blue on a happier day But the same sky, sadness turns to grey Dark and angry waves collide While anger shivers deep inside A co-incident I think not quite When earth shows inner thoughts just right Beautiful butterfly in gold Flitters close and feeling bold Would you have seen this dainty bug If your mood was not to hug? The colour of the world Turn it Change it As we manipulate our moods. The eyes of strangers strain and peer Through the windows of our inner fear We close the curtains of private mind Making dark our soul and emotions blind We choose to see what is in front Not caring that our hearts do stunt. We shut our minds and fail to see the beauty and colour that life could be. So change your minds and claim your love, Colour the life given from above. Change your soul and open wide See psychedelic nature so full of pride. The colour of the world Turn it Change it As we manipulate our moods.