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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

Over microscopes we plan and strain

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

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

Let's fold our atlas into paper planes

Change is slow but i feel it taking shape