Felt ghost, white sick
to cross the Brooklyn Bridge,
was a color coded era
now, I guess it always is,
In a nervous grin like an electroplated chain
was survival of the sicker soul
I got off of the train
and it never even troubled me to see
if that snicker was my future
looking back at me
I can't pinpoint the very minute that it changed
Can you pick a favorite color from a thousand shades of grey?
In the green East River
when the water lilies grow, I prayed for hope to spring
eternal, even if the trickle's slow
and it never even troubled me to see
if that snicker was the future looking back at me.
We were happy, we were sad
she gave me the only one I'd had
As the helicopters lifted stars into the sky
look for peace on Staten Island
on the ferry sneaking by,
and it never even troubled me to see
if that snicker was my echo coming back at me.
We were happy, we were sad
she gave me the only one I'd had.