Go and open the scarlet door,
maybe there is
a pink lady apple lying on a 
mattress of grass,
blood drips like a waterfall,
tomato sauce dives on a plate. 

Go and open the olive door,
leaves tumble of the branches,
the cactus sleeps in the desert,
the lizard walks like a snake.

Go and open the scarlet door,
maybe there is
a pink lady apple lying on a 
mattress of grass,
blood drips like a waterfall,
tomato sauce dives on a plate. 

Go and open the olive door,
leaves tumble of the branches,
the cactus sleeps in the desert,
the lizard walks like a snake.