Every morale matter turns a shade of grey A fading line between the sides I take Crossing back and forth repeating more of the same So gather all you have and give it up Not asking "what if I have all I need"? Cuz I'm pretty sure I found more So I guess I've got something to leave And I guess it's worth leaving for Lapping up every passing desire The tension from a lasting impression Still waiting for yours to expire Still I don't think, a change would changed a thing