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