In between the black and white,
Where concentration can’t be held
Confusing in grey haze
Endless fleeting visions are
wasted in this
No mans land
More than six and a half
Seven’s to far, you’re running to far
It’s somewhere in between
Here lie three numbers unlocking
secrets untold
A crescendo of whispers
Sing softly to our ears
Our future’s born in black or white
Or six or seven, left or right
Gaze trough the gray haze
A clue in a mask shows your vague
fragments of
Alternate endings
More than six and a half
Seven’s to far, you’re running to far
It’s somewhere in between
Here lie three numbers unlocking
secrets untold
A crescendo of whispers
Sing softly to our ears
...Sing softly to our ears
In between the black and white,
Where concentration can’t be held
Confusing in grey haze
Endless fleeting visions are
wasted in this
No mans land
More than six and a half
Seven’s to far, you’re running to far
It’s somewhere in between
Here lie three numbers unlocking
secrets untold
A crescendo of whispers
Sing softly to our ears
Six And Three Quarters