Your cold dead red eyes
And your skin as white as snow
Is all a pigment disguise
This much I know

Cause I refuse to believe
That your heart's made of stone
But you never give relief
For the boulder in my bones

I know for me it's an uphill climb
And well, for you, you've got plenty of time
You have the power to heal my scars and gashes
But you just sit there obliviously batting your lashes

I know your world consists of black and white
But please stay in the grey middle with me tonight
Cause a wise man once said, as his words took flight
That there's more to the picture than meets the eye

And I'm barely holding on
Like a leaf that turns to ash when winter comes
You're the virus and I'm the host
I'm the static on your A.M. radio

So I let you take over my immune system
And destroy me from within
While you ignore my heart's satellite
And change the station so you can sleep at night