Music by Whitney Smith, lyrics by Whitney Smith and Victor Coleman, ©1985
An extraordinary spectrum,
Very ordinary eyes
A sense of direction: colorwise
A thousand different brush strokes
On a canvas will reveal
A filter, through the artist, of the "real."
Blue for sky, large supply
Red for lips that said you and I.
Pass the light through a prism
Breaking it down
It's like mesmerism
The rainbow's frown.
An extraordinary fellow
Changing paths now very fast
She is yellow, I am blue
For our love didn't last.
Our colours, meant to mingle,
Separated into single shafts of hue:
Phantom tones and brittle bones unseen;
One part blue, the other green.
Perhaps I am too blind to realize
That our love is like a spectrum
With its necessary tears
Breaking up the light into our fears.
An extraordinary romance
In a time that wasn't right
Now my future can unveil for me