The Surrealist

(Verse 1)
In a room where gravity sighs,
Pulling down but losing interest,
She could sit or barely touch,
Like a rocking horse, free of tethers.

(Verse 2)
The walls, they speak in blue tones,
The floor in red certainties,
Mysteries made palpable,
In this space, anything's possible.

(Verse 3)
A painting  unfinished,
floor left bare, a thought dismissed,
She moves through time, through mystery,
Ordinary space, extraordinary place.

(Instrumental bridge)

Euclidean certainties, red floor, blue walls,
Hyenas roam in dreams untamed,
The room, it never stays the same,
A blur where the floor should be.

(Verse 4)
A world of endless possibility.
In the space where surrealists play,
We live our lives in a hidden ballet,
Noticing the ordinary strange,
In a world where everything can change.

(Verse 5)
World's strange magic, heart and mind.
In the beauty of the ordinary,
Lies a truth extraordinary,
Eternal freedom in what we see,
The surreal in reality.

(Verse 6)
World's strange magic, heart and mind.
In the beauty of the ordinary,
Lies a truth extraordinary,
Eternal freedom in what we see,
The surreal in reality.

(Instrumental)

(Outro)
In the finest art, a mirror gleams,
Reflecting all our hidden dreams,
Surrealists knew, and now we see,
The world's strange magic, setting us free.