Grey

The one I love is a leaving train

As closer as it seems

As farther as it awaits

Don't tell me what to do

The answers you yet to prove

I just couldn't help but go gray

The wings we share is a the shallow plate

The wider as it spreads

The harder that we break

Don't tell me how it's wrong

To the problem yet to come

I just couldn't help going gray

The sprain over the timeline

All for the waste

A lifetime in an instant

I wonder where it takes

Blocking all the side lights

I'm learning how to die

I see it clearly now

All the troubles instead

The fogs come around you

People start to check the time

Anxious about the way it pass

They are running backwards inside out

At certain date

A golden hour

A peudo-Saint

The funny chant is covering you in full

We were left with nothing else

Only a bitter taste somewhat overwhelmed

I see this coming

I see this coming

I see this coming

Didn't you see it coming ?

The mourning is annoying

The answers are rolling

A birthday is coming

In it's greatest speed

The hour is squaring

It's funny how it seems

Listen to the lover screaming

Making all things neatly

Now I welcome it dearly

To hold the jar firmly

Or it could be never filled

Till we are all turned in

I saw the afterglows slipping in