101010 歌词

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 arranged Over microscopes we plan and strain The finest print in the whitest ink Before it dries, there's no time to think It feels like everything we've known is sink or swim But grey is not a compromise, it is the bridge between two sides I would even argue that it is the 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 tight 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 land and restless seas collide Grey is not just middle ground, it is a truce that waits to be signed I would even argue that, from where we stand It most represents the color of God's eyes We fold our atlas into paper planes Change is slow, but I feel it taking shape