I saw you on the train today, and you were wearing pink.
You all were wearing pink. Who marketed pink?
Who sold you pink?

Well there's about a million variations,
There's about a million paths that light can take to 
reach your eye.
In terms of depth and saturation,
Could it be coincidence, you all in one particular hue?
And that's when I knew, we'd be invincible,
In our power to see, and in color,
And they say we've got no options past what they market 
to you,
They say we don't, but you know we do.

And I saw the pink in your cheeks when you were excited 
to see me,
After weeks, it was a pink that could have not been 
intended,
To have meaning outside of that place and context,
It was a pink that was real in our lives just then,
So never mind the colors that they're selling you,
Look outside, there's colors and they're all around,
Given all the choices to be chosen from,
Fuck cliché, there's beauty in the autumn leaves.