Tono: F
Introducción: Bb F/A C Bb F/A C/G C Bb F/A C/G C Bb F/A C/G C F
F
Hold your breath and count to 28
F
Change is slow but i feel it taking shape
Dm
Folding over us like waves
C F
On origami ocean tides, we sway
F
Like blueprints constantly being rearranged
F Bb F
Over microscopes we plan and strain
Dm
The finest print in the whitest ink
C
Before it dries, there's no time to think
Bb F
It feels like everything we've known is sink or swim
Bb
But grey is not a compromise
Dm C F
It is the bridge between two sides
Bb Dm
I would even argue that it is the color
C F
That most represents God's eyes
F
Hold your breath and count to 29
Bb F
Connect the dots and cherish every line
Dm
Paper cuts and trails aside
C
Make a wish and hold it tight
Bb F
This time, we'll try our very hardest not to try
Bb
Cos grey is not a compromise
Dm C F
It is the bridge between two sides
Bb
The shores on which our stubborn land
Dm C F
And restless seas collide
Bb
Grey is not just middle ground
Dm C F
It is a truce that waits to be signed
Bb Dm
I would even argue that, from where we stand
C Bb F/A C/G C
It most represents the color of God's eyes
Bb F/A C/G C
So, let's fold our atlas into paper planes
Bb F/A C/G C Bb F/A C/G C
Change is slow, but i feel it taking shape