I'm welcoming your day
While I whisper to your lover
That Everything's ok
Hold this gun now while I love her
An awkward nervous silence
Cause the bullets are all sleeping
I dream in colors grey
Watch this ship just sail away
Your sad eyes are infectious
Contagious steps that lead away
Not sure if i'm deceiving
Or if I made my intentions plain
The gun you hold is empty
But mine's heavy as this day
Hopes the ship that's sinking
Bullet holes in everything
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