Call it heaven sent
To look you in the face
When what we had is bent
Disjointed, out of place
Will we write what we felt
When there's nothing more to say?
Will we paint ourselves
In a million shades of grey?
I’m not so cynical an individual
If you wrote me a letter
It’d probably turn into a song
Until I drained the soul
Of every pen stroke you’ve done
If you happened to call
I’d remember your voice
Until the strain of it all
Gravitized to a black hole
Into a black hole
Fresh out of sentiments
Can't look you in the face
Something more to resent
Lost along the way
Will we scrawl our names
On the side of some shunned cave?
Will we paint our graves
With a million shades of grey?
It seems so cyclical, sever umbilical
To look you in the face
When what we had is bent
Disjointed, out of place
Will we write what we felt
When there's nothing more to say?
Will we paint ourselves
In a million shades of grey?
I’m not so cynical an individual
If you wrote me a letter
It’d probably turn into a song
Until I drained the soul
Of every pen stroke you’ve done
If you happened to call
I’d remember your voice
Until the strain of it all
Gravitized to a black hole
Into a black hole
Fresh out of sentiments
Can't look you in the face
Something more to resent
Lost along the way
Will we scrawl our names
On the side of some shunned cave?
Will we paint our graves
With a million shades of grey?
It seems so cyclical, sever umbilical
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