All my past is color
Placed inside my hands
Empty is the canvas
Patiently I plan
Stars are bright above me
That's not where I am
Greens will be behind me
Blues will make the man

I can't help but fear I've done this wrong
Cause seldom second [bad word] along

Greys are all around me
Fading into black
Stars were bright above me
Won't you bring them back

I can't help but fear I've done this wrong
Cause seldom second [bad word] along
If time can break us, will it make us strong
Cause seldom second [bad word] along