When she picks up your shots
We all see who you are
We all see who you are
When she cleans up your mess
We don't see you confess
Your right hand to left hand
You're circuitry-less
'Cause no one tells no one
What no one can hear
A mystery frightfully past unaware
'Cause pale is the color of hate
It's not black, it's not red
It might be what's left unsaid
What is the color of truth
It's not green, it's not blue
It's just heat and it might not be you
And it might not be you
And it might not be you
Won't you ask where I've been
Seasons pass and I'm left in the cold
With the rest
Won't you stop counting cards
Lay to bed what's been ours
Trade me your kindness
For circuitry, bless
'Cause no one tells no one
What no one can hear
A mystery frightfully past unaware
'Cause pale is the color of hate
It's not black, it's not red
It might be what's left unsaid
What is the color of truth
It's not green, it's not blue
It's just heat and it might not be you
And it might not be you
And it might not be you