The Impulse

If you’d just come down from your space tower jail
I could have shown you those colors aren’t so pale
The way it glows, the way it shines
The way it plays on the dimensions in your mind
But it seems like nothing’s gonna satisfy your shapeless urges
You keep trying, trying, trying, trying, trying
You say you’re unhappy that you don’t like your hair
I could have shown you, there are heavens everywhere
We go through tunnels and we go up high
But you just got frustrated with those electric power glides
And it seems like nothing’s gonna satisfy your shapeless urges
You keep trying, trying, trying, trying, trying