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I'm in a room full of people, hanging on one person's breath
We would all vote him most likely to be loved to death
I hope he still wants it, but it might remind him of when
He aimed for the bulls eye and hit it nine times out of ten
That one time his hand slipped, and I saw the dart sail away
I don't know where it landed, but I'm guessing between green and gray
We thought nothing of it, but it still haunts him like a ghost
With all eyes upon him, except two that matter the most
He says,
"Green is the color everyone sees all around me
Gray is the color I see around her, she's just a blur."
The more the corwd cheers, the less I can hear and they don't really care what I play
It might be for her, but for now it's between green and gray
We paid and we cheered, now we're gone and to us that feels right
But for him every one of those evenings turns into a night
With another hotel room where he lays awake to pretend
That he's doing fine with his notebook and discman for friends
He says
"Green is the color everyone sees all around me
Gray is the color I see around her, and she's just a blur."
Night after night, what I hear, what I write, fills the room and my head starts to sway It might be for her, but for now it's between green and gray
I want you to love me, he whispers, unable to speak
And he wonders aloud why feelings so strong make the body so weak
Then he awoke, now he's scared to death somebody heard
If it was you, and you know her, please don't say a word
- Nickel Creek, "Green and Gray"
Those italicized lines get me every time.
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I wonder if we're stuck in Rome.
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