All Gray at 3 A.M.

Blessed is the day That we turn away from the gray But black and white never served anyone Let's meet at 3 a.m. Let me romanticize all your faults I'm going to get hurt Just like my bones landing on the asphalt I'd dream of you tonight, but the moon is not quite right And the fear in my chest, the old hag sits at night My love for you's alright I'd like it better in a gag and chain You, my dear, are the centerpiece of my brain