Too Many Colors (OST My Own Private Idaho)

My closet is all
I have for secrets
I lived once before
indoors just like fox painting

    That maybe grateful
    I lost my real reason
    I was scared
    Taste was real
    There were too many colors

Wake up to more
To Juddervision
Made up with colors
Wake up to more
To Juddervision
Other colors

    Somehow we get trapped in
    too unlikely straight-jackets
    Top tailors, pay all
    We'll say, 'Well, they suit you!'

They sold you that credit
Stressed brainless, you can't budge
Sleeping elves in black/white dreams
Inside it seems like treason

    Wake up to more
    To Juddervision
    Made up with colors

Wake up to more
To Juddervision
Made up with colors

    This world is colored in
    by your own hearts
    It could be melting pot
    for soldier's crayons

This world has
more than I
wanted it for
Too many colors are mixed wrong