Lay there shrinking on the couch while she mapped your rotten contours out:
chasing consummations, we'll be chasing consummations.
All these people talk so loud about something called 'the middle ground':
chasing consummations, we'll be chasing consummations.
Somehow we feel more at home in a world that's monochrome.
One priceless day, we'll feel more sane.
At twilight we feel just like Jane, chasing down the end again.
We love the fact of day and night.
We all look good in black and white.
They'll try to drag some nuance in: these spectrums dilute everything.
The balance that we'll never strike: a multi-coloured garish sight.

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