A Golden Grey - TapRoot

She walks with a sadness like she’s never known

Exiting from the back in black from head to toe

A swallow of stale station air

Leaving behind the taste of despair

Almost running into someone she used to know

As fragile as a flower

She wonders if she can go on

It’s been a long morning

Another cold back Sunday

It’s like shes been awake for hours

Another dying Sunday

She hopes to hide these things behind a darkened veil

She dies inside thinking of every time she failed

It seems like only yesterday

A memory of golden grey

Foreshadowing a pale tomorrow

If she could hold on one more hour

Maybe she can go on

It’s been a long morning

Another cold back Sunday

It’s like shes been awake for hours

Another dying Sunday

She knows she tried

Stuck in the middle

She blames herself, a little

She knows she tried

Suck in the middle

She hates this sound

It’s been a long morning

Another cold back Sunday

It’s like shes been awake for hours

Another dying Sunday