Magic colors all around,
Make waves of secret dreams.
They come from little whispered sounds,
Ripping at the seams.
My greatest hopes drowned like kisses,
Rising through my head.
Bringing out my inner wishes,
Leaving me left alive or for dead.
Whisper thoughts and whisper dreams,
Magic colors at the seams.
Bring to life wishes I keep,
Both while awake and while asleep.