101010歌词

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