The Plains

How long since you

Turned cold blood

And when'd you stop

Wearing your perfume?

How high are those walls

That you've put off?

Why is so quiet

In this room?

There is no worst feeling then

When somebody is not listening

Say again what you've said before

But it doesn't matter anymore

If you should, first,

You can't get hurt

And she won't get her

Heart broken again

It's not black, not white

Not a shade of gray

While I would love her

Either way

Either way

Since when was this

All about the money?

And how did we

Get to this place?

I miss taste in the sun

Down the highway

I miss running wild

Across the plains

Is no ones problem

But your own

If were you live

There ancient home

There's not a lot

To talk about just

Pack your bags

And get the fuck out

You'd be scare too

If you knew what she knew

And she won't get her

Heart broken again

It's not black, not white

Not a shade of gray

While I would love her

Either way

Either way