A haze that covers me, allows this heart to see
The black and white can come and go.
The lines I’ve drawn define a peace I cannot find
The grey returns to free my soul.
It gets so hard to breathe inside my reverie
Heaven and hell I can’t divide
It gets so hard to see when ashes fall on me
This smoking gun I hold inside
The grey returns
And feeds the flame upon the burns
I swore I’d crushed the embers
But the spark it never dies, it lies.
And the grey returns.
The scars of battle past create a fragile mask
Belies regrets within my mind
Like wax it melts away each time I see a face
That blurs the pain I left behind.
