How many colors passing through the glass distract me? I was focused on the fractals when you asked me Shall I count the ways an organ grinder finds to play that thing brand new Every single day Violet by any other name But in this place it's by any means Shadow dancing with infrared beams Into the seams, into the cracks, into the places we can be unseen And we thought we could get away clean But those blue and reds I count the walls and windows, see the ceiling feel the floor But I don't see a door So easy-out is out then I'll start counting up these fractals Amounting up these actuals Tagging up these tangibles But how to count the waves I've been around to see some cycles Seen a silhouette of silos and some polarizing primal Let me say I'm sick of grey scale I've met some bitter rivals Too intently down their rifles to spot the better angles Met some enterprising angels They were synthesizing rainbows Unabashed in their dayglow I could just bask in I could just laugh into these spaces I can't see Between my skin and clothes Between my teeth and ghost The hidden folds between the sand and beach How to count the waves How to count the waves How to offset the phase How to synchronize phrase How to love what is left in its wake When it rolls in to take it away Give it back to you How many colors passing through the glass distract me? I was focused on the fractals Passing through the glass distract me