Gray is not the color I expected
On someone who is often touched by grace
The eyes that hold the promise of perfection
Will find the flaw that no one can erase

And though she hears the rumors of intention
And many times I've failed to hide my stare
She will not breach a hint of indecision
She will not ever bend to show her care

Things she said
Any other daystore promise
Things she said would leave me wanting
Run to her then run from other
Things she said
Broke me down and left me shattered
Hard as diamonds, it does not matter
Won't remember the things she said

Today I saw her face in all the papers
(She broke me down and she left me shattered)
A smile to empty out a lion's cage
(Hard as diamonds, it does not matter)
But notes that might remind her of what that smile was for
(Ohh...)
Are scribbled on a long-forgotten page

Things she said
Any other daystore promise
Things she said would leave me wanting
Run to her then run from other
Things she said
Broke me down and left me shattered
Hard as diamonds, it does not matter
Won't remember the things she said

The choice she never made
The face she never saved
The words she would not say
The lives she threw away
And the things she said

So gray is not the color I expected
On one who is so often touched by grace
But always she's the spectre of uncertainty
I first endure, then pity, then embrace...

Things she said
Any other daystore promise
Things she said would leave me wanting
Run to her then run from other
Things she said
Broke me down and left me shattered
Hard as diamonds, it does not matter
Won't remember the things she said...