Shades of Gray
The world in shades of gray stumbles through the ages
The lions on their thrones and the white doves in their cages
No hint of gold or silver, no hue of green or blue
A bleak and cold creation yearns for something new
I hear it in the wind, as it races through the trees
I see it in the flames, while they're dancing in the breeze
Labor pains, they call them, labor pains of old
And we must wait here, silent, while we watch them all unfold
The stars that light the heavens, the shadow of the night
They're pining for that day when all will be set right
When shades of gray grow dull and then begin to fade
This world can finally breathe and set aside its masquerade
The world in shades of gray stumbles through the ages
The lions on their thrones and the white doves in their cages
No hint of gold or silver, no hue of green or blue
A bleak and cold creation yearns for something new
I hear it in the wind, as it races through the trees
I see it in the flames, while they're dancing in the breeze
Labor pains, they call them, labor pains of old
And we must wait here, silent, while we watch them all unfold
The stars that light the heavens, the shadow of the night
They're pining for that day when all will be set right
When shades of gray grow dull and then begin to fade
This world can finally breathe and set aside its masquerade