In between the black and white, Where concentration can’t be held Confusing in grey haze Endless fleeting visions are wasted in this No mans land
More than six and a half Seven’s to far, you’re running to far It’s somewhere in between Here lie three numbers unlocking secrets untold A crescendo of whispers Sing softly to our ears
Our future’s born in black or white Or six or seven, left or right Gaze trough the gray haze A clue in a mask shows your vague fragments of Alternate endings
More than six and a half Seven’s to far, you’re running to far It’s somewhere in between Here lie three numbers unlocking secrets untold A crescendo of whispers Sing softly to our ears
...Sing softly to our ears
In between the black and white, Where concentration can’t be held Confusing in grey haze Endless fleeting visions are wasted in this No mans land
More than six and a half Seven’s to far, you’re running to far It’s somewhere in between Here lie three numbers unlocking secrets untold A crescendo of whispers Sing softly to our ears