CHORUS : You Can’t Calculate Magic

The battle against dust and dirt is never won

To think in only two colours, black and white is….

At first, it is all black and white, plain and simple


But what happens if all colours are thrown into the mix, you say that these cannot be colours? They don’t exist?

Wasting time on the postering the blustering, the bargening?

Just more bleak wretched greys between the black and white?

And shield yourself from an entire rainbow. An Entire Rainbow!

The heart knows what the heart wants, and what if all people should have the joy to listen to them.

** celebrate** The bodies we know and bodies we have. To glisten in the raze of our becoming

All we have is to be human