Green

Pen on paper seems so permanent Every line of every letter that I never sent In the cold light of all the nights we spent Pen on paper seems to fit Face to face it seems so hard to find The hindsight, or the courage not to change your mind And in the afterglow of all we leave behind Pen on paper seems to fit The permanence The permanence The permanence of it The green and the blue Have seen me through These trials, these trials Pen on paper seems so definite Every innocent simplicity is intricate When it's in your hands it's harder to forget yeah Pen on paper seems to fit The permanence of it The green and the blue Have seen me through These trials Green and the blue Have seen me through Yeah… These trials… These Trials