What would you like for christmas —
A new polarity?
You’re binary, and desperate to deal
In high figures
That lick us with their hotter flame —
Lick each and everyone the same.
And march, the mad scientist,
Rings a new change
In ever-dancing colours.
He rings it here and he rings it…
But no one stops to see
The change of fate and the fate of change
That slips into his pocket —
So he locks it all away from view
And shares not what he thought you knew.
And april is summer-bound,
And february’s blue.
And no one stops to see the colours.
