I can take off the colored-glasses
but not the rose
the yellow jackets between my toes

All spinning in a gold menagerie
sunglass memory
(which is only a dream)

A couple boys in blue --
opera refrains, overcast skies
You saw them, you had to
we never used our eyes
A couple boys I knew

All spinning in a gold menagerie
sunglass memory
now its only a dream

I can take off the colored-glasses
I don't need the colored-glasses