Green on White - Isolation Years

There’s a picture in the hallway

Of tired and weary men

Who stepped on tiny flowers as they went

Through the bushes through the green

Through buttercups and grass

And now it’s green on white

As seasons change with time

You’re all asleep tonight

And no one makes a sound

Green on white

There’s no picture in the hallway

But it’s written in your face

Saying it’s the final days of a weird weird fall

So let’s repeat ourselves

And do it all again

I was searching for that feeling

That you get from going out

That you get from standing outside all alone

Thinking of the things

That are passed you now

But still place a shadow on your everyday

And now it’s green on white

As seasons change with time

You’re all asleep tonight

And no one makes a sound

And now it’s green on white

As seasons change with time

You’re all asleep tonight

And no one makes a sound

Green on white

And a natural law is working

With a raging fierceful pace

It’s an anti-gravitation thing at hand

And it’s sending us away

From each other ones again

Leaving wider gaps than what was before