Hold your breath and count to 28.
Change is slow but i feel it taking shape.
Folding over us like waves
On origami ocean tides, we sway
Like blueprints constantly being rearranged.
The finest print in the whitest ink,
Before it dries, there's no time to think.
It feels like everything we've known is sink or swim
But grey is not a compromise -
It is the bridge between two sides.
I would even argue that it is the color
That most represents God's eyes.
Hold your breath and count to 29.
Connect the dots and cherish every line.
Paper cuts and trails aside,
Make a wish and hold it tight,
This time, we'll try our very hardest not to try.
'cause grey is not a compromise -
It is the bridge between two sides.
The shores on which our stubborn land
And restless seas collide.
Grey is not just middle ground,
It is a truce that waits to be signed.
I would even argue that, from where we stand,
It most represents the color of God's eyes.
So, let's fold our atlas into paper planes.
Change is slow, but i feel it taking shape.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:38.06]Hold your breath and count to 28.
[00:45.83]Change is slow but i feel it taking shape.
[00:54.29]Folding over us like waves
[00:59.11]On origami ocean tides, we sway
[01:07.24]Like blueprints constantly being rearranged.
[01:22.88]The finest print in the whitest ink,
[01:27.26]Before it dries, there's no time to think.
[01:31.81]It feels like everything we've known is sink or swim
[01:37.89]But grey is not a compromise -
[01:41.65]It is the bridge between two sides.
[01:46.28]I would even argue that it is the color
[01:52.93]That most represents God's eyes.
[02:00.25]Hold your breath and count to 29.
[02:07.97]Connect the dots and cherish every line.
[02:16.21]Paper cuts and trails aside,
[02:20.38]Make a wish and hold it tight,
[02:24.50]This time, we'll try our very hardest not to try.
[02:31.24]'cause grey is not a compromise -
[02:34.65]It is the bridge between two sides.
[02:39.43]The shores on which our stubborn land
[02:42.56]And restless seas collide.
[02:48.05]Grey is not just middle ground,
[02:51.62]It is a truce that waits to be signed.
[02:56.55]I would even argue that, from where we stand,
[03:01.12]It most represents the color of God's eyes.
[03:18.61]So, let's fold our atlas into paper planes.
[03:26.20]Change is slow, but i feel it taking shape.
Hold your breath and count to 28.
Change is slow but i feel it taking shape.
Folding over us like waves
On origami ocean tides, we sway
Like blueprints constantly being rearranged.
The finest print in the whitest ink,
Before it dries, there's no time to think.
It feels like everything we've known is sink or swim
But grey is not a compromise -
It is the bridge between two sides.
I would even argue that it is the color
That most represents God's eyes.
Hold your breath and count to 29.
Connect the dots and cherish every line.
Paper cuts and trails aside,
Make a wish and hold it tight,
This time, we'll try our very hardest not to try.
'cause grey is not a compromise -
It is the bridge between two sides.
The shores on which our stubborn land
And restless seas collide.
Grey is not just middle ground,
It is a truce that waits to be signed.
I would even argue that, from where we stand,
It most represents the color of God's eyes.
So, let's fold our atlas into paper planes.
Change is slow, but i feel it taking shape.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:38.06]Hold your breath and count to 28.
[00:45.83]Change is slow but i feel it taking shape.
[00:54.29]Folding over us like waves
[00:59.11]On origami ocean tides, we sway
[01:07.24]Like blueprints constantly being rearranged.
[01:22.88]The finest print in the whitest ink,
[01:27.26]Before it dries, there's no time to think.
[01:31.81]It feels like everything we've known is sink or swim
[01:37.89]But grey is not a compromise -
[01:41.65]It is the bridge between two sides.
[01:46.28]I would even argue that it is the color
[01:52.93]That most represents God's eyes.
[02:00.25]Hold your breath and count to 29.
[02:07.97]Connect the dots and cherish every line.
[02:16.21]Paper cuts and trails aside,
[02:20.38]Make a wish and hold it tight,
[02:24.50]This time, we'll try our very hardest not to try.
[02:31.24]'cause grey is not a compromise -
[02:34.65]It is the bridge between two sides.
[02:39.43]The shores on which our stubborn land
[02:42.56]And restless seas collide.
[02:48.05]Grey is not just middle ground,
[02:51.62]It is a truce that waits to be signed.
[02:56.55]I would even argue that, from where we stand,
[03:01.12]It most represents the color of God's eyes.
[03:18.61]So, let's fold our atlas into paper planes.
[03:26.20]Change is slow, but i feel it taking shape.
I believe I've seen a ghost
And I don't know who it is
It just follows me around
Pretending to exist
I've never related more
To anything or anyone be...
We will call this place our home,
The dirt in which our roots may grow.
Though the storms will push and pull,
We will call this place our home.
We’ll ...
And I'll fall on my knees
Tell me how's the way to be
Tell me how's the way to go
Tell me all that I should know
And I'll fall on my knees
Tell me how...
I ’ve waited a hundred years
But I ’d wait a million more for you
Nothing prepared me for
What the privilege of being yours would do
If I had only fel...
Pitch black, pale blue
There was a stained glass, variation of the truth
And I felt empty handed
You let me
Set sail, with cheap wood
So I patched up ...
You try your hardest to leave the past alone.
This crooked posture is all you’ve ever known.
It is the consequence of living in between
The weight of ...
Pitch black, pale blue
There was a stained glass, variation of the truth
And I felt empty handed
You let me
Set sail, with cheap wood
So I patched up ...
Oh, thank God for language
Thank God for love
Thank God for Heaven
Or whatever Waits above
Thank God for the longing
Thank God for breath
Thank God fo...