[00:37.25]Hold your breath and count to 28
[00:44.83]Change is slow but I feel it taking shape
[00:53.80]Folding over us like waves
[00:58.09]On origami ocean tides, we sway
[01:06.25]Like blueprints constantly being rearranged
[01:14.46]Over microscopes we plan and strain
[01:22.42]The finest print in the whitest ink
[01:26.86]Before it dries, there's no time to think
[01:30.87]It feels like everything we've known is sink or swim
[01:37.49]But grey is not a compromise
[01:40.78]It is the bridge between two sides
[01:46.17]I would even argue that it is the color
[01:51.08]That most represents God's eyes
[01:59.89]Hold your breath and count to 29
[02:07.05]Connect the dots and cherish every line
[02:16.17]Paper cuts and trails aside
[02:20.15]Make a wish and hold it tight
[02:24.39]This time, we'll try our very hardest not to try
[02:31.36]'Cause grey is not a compromise
[02:34.71]It is the bridge between two sides
[02:39.58]The shores on which our stubborn land
[02:42.92]And restless seas collide
[02:47.80]Grey is not just middle ground
[02:51.23]It is a truce that waits to be signed
[02:55.98]I would even argue that, from where we stand
[03:00.95]It most represents the color of God's eyes
[03:17.43]So, let's fold our atlas into paper planes
[03:26.38]Change is slow, but I feel it taking shape