How do you even describe the colour grey
How do you even find words you need to say
When there's no more colour left
When there's no more colour left
How can you tell me there's only black or white
How can you tell me to only choose the right
When there's no more colour left
When there's no more colour left
You paint by numbers
You paint by numbers
You do everything all at the right time
You paint by numbers
You paint by numbers
Standing, I'm standing
With my legs over both sides
I'm chasing, I'm chasing
After parent's dreams alright
It's called apostasy
I call it sweet relief
Now tell me how do you live a life in grey
You paint by numbers
You paint by numbers
You do everything all at the right time
You paint by numbers
You paint by numbers
When I look back on all the colours seen
That's when I see the good they did you did for me
Black and white and all between
That's when I see the good they did you did for me
You paint by numbers
You paint by numbers
You do everything all at the right time
You paint by numbers
You paint by numbers