Lyrics

Read between the lines, it’s not so hard
To find the truth of what it means
You patronize, I sympathize
But what the hell in the world
Could you ever hope to gain?
And you hope you’ll gain…
You look at me, I look at you
But will we ever see our colours?

Holding on, growing old
Seeing what I want to see
Holding out, but giving up
Hearing what I want to hear

Every which way the same shade of grey
And in the fading light there’s proof
No matter where our point of view
We always will remain
The same old traces of our youth

Though we never do appear
The characters that we endear in fantasy
Searching places high and low
The answer was before me all the time…

Every which way the same shade of grey
And in the fading light there’s proof
No matter where our point of view
We always will remain
The same old traces of our youth