All of the black and white All of the contours Are laid out before me now To leave a trace With all of the light and shade We take up our own space I'll find my own way back Back to the past tense A lifeline to' highs and lows To seeing the-bright side And I should know We wait for the afterglow To cover the blind side And I should know All of the empty thoughts All of the outlines Are laid out before us now To leave a trace All of your words and mine They keep returning I'll find my own way back Back to the silence I've given up all I can