Sunday Afternoon - Gray Matters Lyrics

As the roots dig
Loss so the footing gives
Grasping with empty hands
Over playing this game

Sweet insecurity
Complex impurity
Show me your ugly side
Snapping the photos to shame

But I still reach you
Always deceiving you
That chrome pathetic pout
That you fashioned so well

Like liquid poetry
Pull sap right from the tree
Until the ground gives way
Watching the rope all the while

Do as the brain says
Not where the heart is led
Irony, oh how you flatter
But could it be... Something more than Gray Matters?

Here in the free fall
Skin white like china dolls
Expression froze to face
Forgoing the prize

Deep in the undertow
Clean film can't shine no more
Stuck hung the projector
With it's sugary lies

The kind so neatly
Stacks indiscreetly
Behind those mundane eyes
Glassed over and red

My how it scares you
How we can see right through
Connect that crooked spine
With something well said