[ti:101010]
[ar:Sleeping at last]
[al:Yearbook]
[00:38.06]Hold your breath and count to 28.
[00:45.83]Change is slow but i feel it taking shape.
[00:54.29]Folding over us like waves
[00:59.11]On origami ocean tides, we sway
[01:07.24]Like blueprints constantly being rearranged.
[01:14.87]Over microscopes we plan and strain.
[01:22.88]The finest print in the whitest ink,
[01:27.26]Before it dries, there's no time to think.
[01:31.81]It feels like everything we've known is sink or swim
[01:37.89]But grey is not a compromise -
[01:41.65]It is the bridge between two sides.
[01:46.28]I would even argue that it is the color
[01:52.93]That most represents God's eyes.
[02:00.25]Hold your breath and count to 29.
[02:07.97]Connect the dots and cherish every line.
[02:16.21]Paper cuts and trails aside,
[02:20.38]Make a wish and hold it tight,
[02:24.50]This time, we'll try our very hardest not to try.
[02:31.24]'cause grey is not a compromise -
[02:34.65]It is the bridge between two sides.
[02:39.43]The shores on which our stubborn land
[02:42.56]And restless seas collide.
[02:48.05]Grey is not just middle ground,
[02:51.62]It is a truce that waits to be signed.
[02:56.55]I would even argue that, from where we stand,
[03:01.12]It most represents the color of God's eyes.
[03:18.61]So, let's fold our atlas into paper planes.
[03:26.20]Change is slow, but i feel it taking shape.