Tekster: Nickel Creek. Green And Grey.

I'm in a room full of people all 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 bullseye 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 grey
Well, I 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 colour that everyone sees all around me
Grey is the colour I see around her,
She's just a blur
The more the crowd 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 grey."

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 the night

With another hotel room where he lays awake to pretend,
That he's doin' fine with his notebook and guest bed for friends.

He says: "Green is the colour that everyone sees all around me
Grey is the colour I see around her
She's just a blur
Night after night while I hear what I write
Fills the room and my head starts to sway.
Might be for her but for now it's between green and grey."

"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.