Robins egg blue Lyrics

I'd much rather go insane than be dreadfully plain

Each drop of my madness springs forth a new colour

Gold ribbons run through my veins

A tapestry of chromatic hues

Wavelengths are robins egg blue

It's a beauty as red embers burn through the mosaic

A fire that's fueled with propane

A scorching madness, a work of art

While your page looks appallingly plane

I'd like to see you map out dying stars

Connect telephone lines to melting glaciers

To have an honest, open conversation with God

About what we've done to nature

The astonishing threats we face as a whole

Drown out once spread among the masses

I'd rather pluck sight from both of my eyes

Than put on your rose-coloured glasses

A focus broadened away from itself holds the potential to see things deeper

Yet they cut the light, live their lives in the dark

And call themselves truth seekers

So turn your back to the frontier of what can and can't be controlled

And live in your glorious deflection

The heavens laugh at the desires you place on the world

And nature prefers her timely perfection

I'd rather go insane than be dreadfully plain

Connecting all lost constellations

In hopes that nature will do what I say

After our unruly consultation

So continue to harvest this earths dripping gold

Wring it dry of its every last hue

What you have done will be done to you

And nature will laugh in her wavelengths of

Robins Egg Blue