Grey Eyes

[Chorus]

Who should I believe? Please tell me why

No one saw what happened there that night

The only clue’s to look you in the eye

Those gray and cloudy eyes

[Verse 1]

All the people run and take a side

Don’t nobody want to break their stride

But what if we were to make a mistake

With stakes this high?

No one’s ever gonna truly heal

You want to gamble; who do you let deal?

Whose future rep do we ruin?

Let’s spin that roulette wheel!

It has never been a secret: cowards posin’ as leaders seek

To pervert their power and prey on the weak

But I also

Know

With an accusation, a wound is made

You wouldn’t be the first to wield a rumor

As a blade!

Fingers pointed like bayonets

What’s it cost you to make a threat?

Don’t be shy come on place your bet

If you roll snake eyes you don’t pay that debt

Let’s set it straight:

Only one things certain, that some… body is the serpent

And were… you to win that verdict

Slither out and take your curtain call

Lookin’ for a bit of mercy for she

Shoulderin’ a heavy burden with

Nothin’ but cursed choices

Silence is the worst of all

[Chorus]

Who should I believe? Please tell me why

Know one saw what happened there that night

The only clue’s to look you in the eye

Those gray and cloudy eyes

[Verse 2]

I do not share your load on this journey

I do not wear black robes in the court

So I will not bang the gavel; I won’t lock your shackles

This is not my trash to sort

Folks who think they’ve found truth tend to tremble

Any time the ground beneath them shakes

Find the closest rock to cling to

Lock your fingers into fissures where it breaks

But what if turns out things aren’t as we know ‘em

Reapin’ the harvest we’ve sown; Here in this garden of stone

What kind of hideous, selfish obsidian

Heart do I own?

Could you forgive me if my hesitation

Demands that you weather this hardship alone?

How could you pardon my tone?

I know that hatred can scar

That it can carve to the bone

So would somebody let me know how do we

Take shit back to when life was all wonderful?

Get to buildin’ a home or a chateau we

Can get comfortable feeling uncomfortable

I’m not talkin’ a Huxtable

What a difficult and retched affair

People seekin’ anything solid

To keep them from scratchin’ at air