Between the Lines

A broken old toy, that once could be trusted To bring the boy joy, now's gathering dust, And he's onto something new He's dulling his thoughts with synthetic salvation, And all that it cost was his imagination He's blacking out the blues He wasted his youth chasing the truth, Now he's lost and confused running on fumes, With nowhere to go - So far away from home Can you read between the lines? Or are you scared of trying? Scared of the horrors you might find? There's more than meets the eye But you'd rather go blind than look away from the light An old polaroid - its colours all faded - Depicting a boy expressing amazement And curiosity Now he's a man, weathered and jaded And that photograph is hidden away In a chest, under lock and key And as he grows older, with each passing day, The colours become just different shades of grey And all his wonder drifts away A broken old toy, that once could be trusted To bring the boy joy - he blows off the dust And he's onto something new Read between the lines Don't be scared of trying - you might light what you find There's more than meets the eye, But the best way to go blind is to look toward the light