Colorblind

On a beach twenty yards from the road-side

I'm back again, 6:00 A.M., far from sleep

Must be two-ninety blue on the water

It's grey to me, 3 CV is all I see

Green can only hold you in the garden

Too much red will go right to your head

But if it's all the same to you give me back my blue

Other colors fade anyway

I'm Colorblind, three way tragedy

Pantone memory, grey-scale eyes

Maybe I'm paranoid, yeah, that's my problem

You almost have to be when you look like me

Yeah, Yeah

Stopped in the shade of the road-side when the sun rose like a bomb

Tried to read the simple writing but the letters came out wrong

It's all white lines to me, oh, but, things are getting clearer

I can almost read the writing in the mirror

I'm colorblind, a free-way tragedy

Pantone memory with xray eyes

Where did all the color go on my radio?

You almost have to be a satellite to see

Yeah, Yeah