The sky’s a shade of lost gray and maybe lurid blue someday
Something sweet, so tell me what I want to hear
Leaving me to question whether I should stay or swim away
Or live life in this wonderful sweet gray
The times I actually don’t stare lowly at my feet or the cracks
Slender gray cheeks of astronauts tilt and question the same sea that cradles me
And different shades, some warm, some cool
And different ways of leaving and watching those who have left be dead
It's not quite appropriate to be living that way, in a sea that isn’t quite gray
The worst and greatest blessing is to never know
Something sweet, so tell me what I want to hear
Or leave me wondering if I should stay or swim away
Or live life in this wonderful sweet gray