All of the black and white

All of the contours

Are laid out before me now

To leave a trace.

With all of the light and shape

We take up our own space

I'll find my own way back

Back to the past tense.

A lifeline to highs and lows

To seeing the bright side

And I should know

We wait for the afterglow

To cover the blind side

And I should know.

All of the empty thoughts

All of the outlines

Are laid out before us now

To leave a trace.

All of your words and mine

They keep returning

I'll find my own way back

Back to the silence.

A lifeline to highs and lows

To seeing the bright side

And I should know

We wait for the afterglow

To cover the blind side

And I should know.

I've given up all I can

I've given up all I can

I've given up all I can

I've given up all I can.