The One True Colour - Enter Shikari

As one child is taught red on his mother’s knee — the one true colour

A neighbor is taught blue on his mother’s knee — the one true colour

With a fervour inherited, it will be subsequently delivered

Ignore the spectrum

Dear whom it may concern,

I feel as though I’m about to crash and burn

I think I’m falling and there’s no return

But I’ve no idea to whom this may concern

I’m looking out at all the stars and I learn

There’s no one up above to hear me yearn

I’m on my own

In the arena of the endless unknown

Do not stage theatre and call it truth

And when one child is taught red on his mother’s knee

It must be subsequently delivered

With all of the spectrum

Someone has whipped the carpet from beneath my feet

Someone upturned the furniture in my mind

But oh how rich the soil

How wondrous the upheaval

It’s time to embark…

To dissect is to broaden the adventure

And enrich one’s tenure

So do not blunt the surgeon’s knife

There’s so much to explore;

there’s so much to absorb

And then the atoms that you borrowed

They are returned to the cosmos

They are returned when you’re…