Its crimson shapes and purple sounds
His twilight words may melt the slush
You know what you could be
It gurgles through the timeless glade
Listen to the song of life
And if he's kind and gentle too
Of what you have been taught
And he loves the world a lot
Its rainbow's end won't hold you
In quarter tones of lightning
In case the truth be frightening
Why you worry all the time?
You know what you could be
What you should been?
Tell me, my friend
Tell me, my friend
He might tell you 'bout what is
Or even 'bout what is not
No policy is up for sale
Why you worry all the time?
Softly will enfold you