I think we're losing, when this is all we know and life succombs to apathy.
We're caught in constant sleep because it feels so safe.
But I can't be still when life's in technicolor and stereo.
You live in black and white and I can't live like that.
Like an evergreen in a field of change you're trapped.
Like a wounded bird who spreads his wings, you can't fly away.
You're so content it kills me.
We're caught in constant sleep because it feels so safe.
But I can't be still when life's in technicolor and stereo.
You live in black and white and I can't live like that.
Like an evergreen in a field of change you're trapped.
Like a wounded bird who spreads his wings, you can't fly away.
You're so content it kills me.