| Words and Music: Dale H. Wicks |
| Greyscale |
| Not with me Not with anybody What belief do you hold? Nothing's right Everything's a maybe How can you be so cold? This greyscale; I feel what you call wisdom Pushing on me; pushing in on me But this greyscale abandons all my feelings I don't believe you; I don't believe in you Can you love, or do you even bother? Can you leave nothing true? No belief Never true affection I'd hate myself if I were you |