作词 : Chris Martini
作曲 : Pat Sanders
Read between the lines, it’s not so hard 
To find the truth of what it means 
You patronize, I sympathize 
But what the hell in the world 
Could you ever hope to gain? 
And you hope you’ll gain… 
You look at me, I look at you 
But will we ever see our colours? 

Holding on, growing old 
Seeing what I want to see 
Holding out, but giving up 
Hearing what I want to hear 

Every which way the same shade of grey 
And in the fading light there’s proof 
No matter where our point of view 
We always will remain 
The same old traces of our youth 

Though we never do appear 
The characters that we endear in fantasy 
Searching places high and low 
The answer was before me all the time… 

Every which way the same shade of grey 
And in the fading light there’s proof 
No matter where our point of view 
We always will remain 
The same old traces of our youth