Curling, I've
got my bones.
What do you know
about all'a this, so
twisted and clean?
Man, I missed the class
'bout goin' back-
Just know how to travel the
forward track.
I take ' em, sure
I do, and they act as they're
expected to.
Man, how could I ever explain
these colour blues to the blind-
the kind that paints you-
takes you,
your old hue, a rainbow-
Distant and high
just some fragments of broken light.
I got some yellow frame, and
maybe you'll take my picture.
Gotta keep somethin to forget.
But man, still don't know how to explain
these deep kinda blues
to the blind.