Chameleon - Billy Sheehan

Chameleon, how I envy what you can become

The colours end in your tongue

I’m sure your first desire is to blend

But you can choose the kind of messages that you send

If only I can change upon a simple whim

If only I could slip into another skin

If only I could lick your salty sweat and get away

If only I could know the colour to display

Chameleon, the middle ground is very seldom won

It ends up overcooked or underdone

An indecise struggle to define

An empty head reavealed another open mind

If only I could melt like ice in summer heat

If only you would let the water drip onto your feet

If only I could touch your skin so dry and smooth

If only I could stop myself from watching every move

Chameleon, how I envy what you can become

The colours end in your tongue

I’m sure your first desire is to blend

But you can choose the kind of messages that you send

If only I can change upon a simple whim

If only I could slip into another skin

If only I could lick your salty sweat and get away

If only I could know the colour to display

If only I could melt like ice in summer heat

If only you would let the water drip onto your feet

If only I could touch your skin so dry and smooth

If only I could stop myself from watching every move

If only I was born to speak your native tongue

If only I can breed the…