something that we gotta talk about? Can we figure it out? 'Cause if we can't make it work, make it right Our rainbow's gonna turn to black and white Rainbow, the shades
or makes you unhappy in any way, don't shoot your fat-ass mouth on me 'cause l won't give a shit. Now move it out. They say that life is tit for tat
falling apart within shades are dancing in the falling rain if you get closer they all look the same glad of being the cause you sick little slut the fucking way
teacher? Oh, you mean Black Debbie Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, why is she Black Debbie? No, not in a bad way It's just to tell them apart because she's
on me When in a war with fate you learn to lose Give me the sun the clouds are on the way In on a guilt trip for a holiday Coming apart the pieces all
I've lost my way in the dark, strayed apart from my love I've faced the demons of might, passed away into shades Long are lonely years, slowly pass
to push him, he's getting bothered You yell and you scream but he starts going harder Trust me, it's summin you don't wanna be apart of 'cause even when
Going out every night Doing all the wrong things to feel alright Waking up all alone Dying to call you on the telephone I moved way across town And you
to push him, he's getting bothered You yell and you scream but he starts going harder Trust me, it's summin you don't wanna be apart of Cuz even when
Debbie [Sparks] Whoa whoa whoa whoa, why is she "Black" Debbie? [Stormy] No, not in a BAAAD way It's just to tell them apart because she's... black
sunlight paints us gold and this apartment could not be prettier as we dance up there alone. And this TV's old, the color's fucked, do you see the difference in the shades
her nights are black Different shades of mundane And the one eyed furry toy That lays upon the bed Has often heard her cry And heard her whisper out
apart Within [Chorus] Shades are dancing in the falling rain If you get closer they all look the same Glad of being the cause you sick little slut The fucking way
Trying to keep a candle burning in a hurricane, That?s what it?s like when you love me and you leave me this way, Like a dove crying out when he?s lost
of America, and found a shade of darkness (underground) The traincar used to be my apartment Sick of people rushin in the doors before I get out Conductors
tell you not to pop But maybe it's been a hurting, it's been hurting from the start Do you not coping then tear it apart Never wanted it this way Oh
And TV screens meant to fill your nights But it's too late to gimme a call And you're stuck out there on your own The sun awakes in shades of grey It