White sheets, won’t you dry?
Stuck to wire outside
You shake in the wind, trying to fly
Truth comes with a lie
You only hear the parts that you like
Know that the view ain’t from the height
And know that your truth ain’t the same as mine
Black boots, won’t you slow?
Picking up mud as you go
Dragging my feet further from home
Time makes ghosts of us all
Stuck in these pictures we haunt
We measure what’s real by what we’ve lost
These hands were never worth much
Always shaking and cold to the touch
Hollow bones ache looking for love
They bend and they break but it's not enough
But I’ve seen your grey skin
The way you stretch it, trying to fit it all in
I know that your colors all lie within
I know that your colors all lie within
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 7:36 PM UTC
White sheets, won’t you dry?
Stuck to wire outside
You shake in the wind, trying to fly
Truth comes with a lie
You only hear the parts that you like
Know that the view ain’t from the height
And know that your truth ain’t the same as mine
Black boots, won’t you slow?
Picking up mud as you go
Dragging my feet further from home
Time makes ghosts of us all
Stuck in these pictures we haunt
We measure what’s real by what we’ve lost
These hands were never worth much
Always shaking and cold to the touch
Hollow bones ache looking for love
They bend and they break but it's not enough
But I’ve seen your grey skin
The way you stretch it, trying to fit it all in
I know that your colors all lie within
I know that your colors all lie within
Embrace the grey.
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