Orca - Until The Ribbon Breaks

I don’t know, could go to 7th street

In the spring we moved out west

I missed the cocktails at the Concorde

But every wave must have a crest

There is an image that I-I cannot shake

The wind blowing through your hair

A part of you still moving, but all of you are not there

I wonder how they think of you now

Which picture they’ve had framed

And if its easier at dinner to not bring up your name

Orca, Orca, Orca

There’s nothing quite as black and white as you

Of course there are two oceans

The shadow and the truth

The one outside your window, and the one inside of you

So change your hand

But to see the truth

I think I knew that you were dying

I just didn’t want the proof

Orca, Orca, Orca

There’s nothing quite as black and white as you

You were dressed in your shirt

With your back to the wall

Like you made up your mind

Like you knew

We all make our own way

Into blue

We all make our own way

Into blue

Theres nothing quite, as black and white, as you

I wonder if you feel it too

Theres nothing quite, as black and white, as you

We all make our own way into blue

Orca, orca, orca, orca

You were dressed in your shirt

With your back to the wall

Like you made up your mind

Like you knew

We all make our own way

Into blue

We all make our own way

Into blue

We all make our own way

Into blue

We all make our own way

Into blue