• Written By: Mackenzie/Walker/Cavanagh

I heard a story, could be true
About a colour under blue
You couldn't see it with your eyes
Or invent with intellect

Like the inverse of colourblindness
It's shrouded like a natural gas
I gotta see it for myself
Settle my own curiousness

Back and forth swing like the tide
I look to left and to right
My three shades are divisible
Lust to see the invisible

The story man was glassy-eyed
He told me 'bout the power lines
And in subarctic caribou eyes
The metal wires burst into life

They flick across the territory
Resplendent like the sky
Some of the snow absorbs UV
Unseeable crumbs and dye

Picking up clues by my mind's eye
Scrutinize the iris of the storm's eye
My three shades are divisible
Lust to see the invisible

Tetrachromacy
See what I can't see
Tetrachromacy
See what I can't see

Polygondwanaland

Inconspicuous hue will be
Crowded camouflage to me
My three shades are divisible
Lust to see the invisible

Tetrachromacy
See what I can't see
Tetrachromacy
See what I can't see