Grey-Thomston
Will we be grey?
And watching ourselves decay
Will we pick up if we leave it off?
Can we start again once we have stopped?
You're a middle class pain
And a first rate name caller
I hate the very thought
But I like you all the more for it
You're a fiery dreamer
An overachiever
Getting lost in the carpet
Talking our futures right at the start of it
And we're still acting our age
Bursting our eardrums in my dad's car
We're learning everything the hard way
Grazes heal over and we're torn apart
And I hope there's room for you
Will we be grey?
Watching ourselves decay
Will you still be enough for me?
Will you still be enough for me?
Will we pick up if we leave it off?
Can we start again once we have stopped?
Will you still be enough for me?
Will you still be enough for me?
You're a one-way plane ticket
Or maybe you're a crash landing
Going places, no speed limit
I still like you all the more for it
I'm always amazed
By the places you chase
Got a glint where most are dead
'Cause you know what lies ahead
And we're still acting our age
Bursting our eardrums in my dad's car
We're learning everything the hard way
Grazes heal over and we're torn apart
And I hope there's room for you
Will we be grey?
Watching ourselves decay
Will you still be enough for me?
Will you still be enough for me?
Will we pick up if we leave it off?
Can we start again once we have stopped?
Will you still be enough for me?
Will you still be enough for me?
Will you still be enough for me?
Will it still be the same when you're a screen
When my sun goes out, as your one comes to life
'Cause what we have is good
But I'm stuck on when our skylines run on different times