Treading 가사

Devoted to a construct Clear as day it seems We've wasted our years on nostalgic 90s We're holding ideas of the better days Monochrome seems like comfort When the colours turn to grey To grey Tell me, tell me How cheap is homemade meant to be? Stepping off the edge Without fearing for safety It's harder to simply love you Than it is to say goodbye Homemade love devalued But it's homemade because it felt right This blank space With eyes sewn shut from everything And casting you in colours that don't exist Don't exist In time, colours desaturate Tell me, tell me (tell me) How cheap is homemade meant to be? Stepping off the edge Without fearing for safety It's harder to simply love you Than it is to say goodbye Homemade love devalued Just homemade because it felt right Because it felt right Tell me, tell me How cheap is homemade meant to be? Stepping off the edge Without fearing for safety It's harder to simply love you Than it is to say goodbye Homemade love devalued Just homemade because it felt right Because it felt right Is this the way it's meant to be? Is this the way it's meant to be?