all the colors we aim for
float through my head
but we can't remember them, feels like
fighting downtown traffic on a friday night
what made us feel up to this?
"don't know" she said to me
dip my hands in the snowfall
sink deep and cold
my hope was met
with a slight of hand
i'd expected a collage of colors
not white and grey
the seasons don't hesitate
to rush us, past the day
barely covered in wet clothes
our eyes go blank, no time to refresh
chorus.
the train woke us up that night
rumbling by. never stopped, never kind
we fight them on the ride, we fight them inside
your heavy head so full of pride
without the proper eyes, we fly right by
in 10 years time, colorblind
we can fight them on the ride, we fight them inside
your heavy head so full of pride