Neon Gray

That old blinding light Threatens the frame Let it in or not It'll test and measure a threshold the same Oh Stare up at it ’til all goes dark It won't let out, but it will find out when you do Golden and angled nice for digging at nothing without romance It's just mist, but not from this distance It’ll work until it won't, I guess Grief hold its eye long on you And waits for what it is it wants from you Grief holds its eye long on you