Pen on paper seems so permanent
Every line of every letter that I never sent 
In the cold light of all the nights we spent 
Pen on paper seems to fit 

Face to face it seems so hard to find 
The hindsight, or the courage not to change your mind 
And in the afterglow of all we leave behind 
Pen on paper seems to fit
 
The permanence 
The permanence 
The permanence of it 
The green and the blue 
Have seen me through 
These trials, these trials 

Pen on paper seems so definite 
Every innocent simplicity is intricate 
When it's in your hands it's harder to forget yeah 
Pen on paper seems to fit 

The permanence
The permanence of it 
The green and the blue 
Have seen me through 
These trials 
Green and the blue 
Have seen me through 
Yeah..... 
These trials... 
Ooooh Oh
These Trials