Gray

[Intro] Dawn’s pale glow on the monitor sighs, slow and thin Hands click with clockwork, and I let the daylight pass in [Verse 1] The office hums in grayscale, windows barely shine I count the minutes like a pickup line that never lands on time Staples and spreadsheets drift by, a river made of ash My thoughts slip out of focus, like a camera losing flash [Chorus] Wake me when the color comes back to this room I’m listening for a whisper of a louder bloom If I bend, maybe the blinds will crack and spill A thread of light breaking through the still [Verse 2] Lunch tastes like yesterday, coffee cools to gray A memory taps the glass, asking me to break away I trace a line on a notebook, a tiny rebel’s claim A doodle of a sunrise where I’m not the same [Pre-Chorus] Tick by tick, the numbness wears a softer skin Maybe the hour is thinning, maybe I’ll begin [Chorus] Wake me when the color comes back to this room I’m listening for a whisper of a louder bloom If I bend, maybe the blinds will crack and spill A thread of light breaking through the still [Bridge] Time slips by like rain on a window pane A stubborn spark finds a crack in the rain And in the hush, a small decision grows To drift toward a path nobody knows [Chorus] Wake me when the color comes back to this room I’m listening for a whisper of a louder bloom If I bend, maybe the blinds will crack and spill A thread of light breaking through the still [Outro] The gray loosens its grip; a flicker turns to flame I rise, not unscathed, but awake to the name of change