a perfect aerial hue

in time the colours will not seem so bland
lines in the planking indicate what's true
the tools we need come easily to hand

it doesn't matter if we don't understand
the smoke that rises from the hidden flue
in time the colours will not seem so bland

words serve uneasy waiting my command
yet when they're wanted i find the symbols due
the tools we need come easily to hand

the things that happen are not always planned
there's always an element calls for review
in time the colours will not seem so bland

true meanings will be hidden if not banned
for who knows what new traumas will ensue
the tools we need come easily to hand

the secrets that are told throughout the land
are of long standing there is nothing new
in time the colours will not seem so bland
the tools we need come easily to hand