101010 - Sleeping At Last Hold your breath and count to 28 Change is slow but I feel it taking shape Folding over us like waves On origami ocean tides we sway Blueprints constantly being rearranged Over microscopes we plan and strain The finest print in the whitest ink Before it dries there's no time An if feels like everything we've known is sink or swim The grey is not a compromise It le is bridge between two sides I would even argue that it is color That most represents God's eyes Hold your breath and count to 29 Connect the dots and cherish every line Paper cuts and trails aside Make a wish and hold it high This time we'll try our very hardest not to try 'Cause grey is not a compromise It is the bridge between two sides The shores on which our stubborn And restless seas collide Grey is not just middle ground Is it truce that waits to be signed I I would even argue that from where we stand It most represents the color of God's eyes Uf fold our atlas is ange into paper planes Change is slow but I feel it taking shape编辑于2021/04/27更新