Grey - Clove

The best that we could hope for

Is the grey in Summer

The sunlight in July

The best that we could hope for

Is the grey in Summer

The sunlight in July

Will the sun shine through your life?

Or will it burn your eyes?

Will the sun shine through your life?

Or will it burn your eyes?

A child, wild eyed

Hid from the wild life

What you were never told

Is weighing on you

Without the tools

We are drowning

The best that we could hope for

Is the grey in Summer

The sunlight in July

Will the sun shine through your life?

Or will it burn your eyes?

Will the sun shine through your life?

Or will it burn your eyes?

Were we born with ruin in our brains?

Or is it the poison running through our veins?