Psyche

You can't change the color But you can change the shape You can't change the color Now, off you go In search of a soul All you found was your shadow Carving out a tunnel And running through the middle Searching for a light Reverie Reverie Reverie Reverie Sting my skin with poison Yellow, purple, bulbous Itch like hell I can almost taste you You taste like lemon juice Tip of my tongue First I chew it up Then I spit it out It's covered with the juices from my mouth Same goes for the seagulls I hate to make it difficult Close but no cigar Reverie Reverie Reverie Reverie Reverie Reverie Reverie Reverie Reverie Reverie Reverie Reverie You can't change the color But you can change the shape You can't change the color But you can change the shape You can't change the color But you can change the shape You can't change the color But you can change the shape