Thanks be to Letters to Cleo, without whom I would be a saner person.

Parody of yourself in colour,
giving it to everybody but your mother.
You've got much to think about.
Soaring higher with every treason.
Never justify, never reason.
You've got much to think about.
And it might be...
The comfort of a knowledge
of a rise above the sky above
could never parallel the challenge
of an acquisition in the
Here and Now