The Grey

(альбом: Hell In Paradise - 2019)

Found myself looking for something blue
Broke my neck to get a better view
Spoke in tongues 'til what I said was true
Now I don't lose myself like I used to

I write my words on the page
My truth is coming in waves
I like to think the words I write
Can give me something to say
I fall apart every day
But somehow I feel okay
I never understood the black and white
But I love the grey

Made my bed, so in it I could lay
Broke my heart to write the things I say
Love my God, so he'll do what I pray
And live in love to let the demons stay

I write my words on the page
My truth is coming in waves
I like to think the words I write
Can give me something to say
I fall apart every day
But somehow I feel okay
I never understood the black and white
But I love the grey

I write my words on the page
My truth is coming in waves
I like to think the words I write
Can give me something to say
I fall apart every day
But somehow I feel okay
I never understood the black and white
But I love the grey

Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh