you're dripping with gray's.
we bleached all of our cynics,
now they're bright white as midday.
I've got a mouthful of chalky nothing
I can spit it out, I can talk up a storm.
Cut me loose from this daze;
I want to spin off into perfect clarity,
to buzz here in blurred nothing is insanity
it takes more strength than i have to settle my stomach,
and i can't keep borrowing yours
you're bright white as midday,
a beacon at the tip of some mountain,
I'll follow you from the window of my train,
although I'll have to keep going where it wills