I'm in a room full of people hanging on one person's breathWe would all vote him most likely to be loved to deathI hope he still wants it but it might remind him of whenHe aimed for the bull's eye and you hit it nine times out of tenThat one time his hand slipped and I saw the dark sail awayI don't know where it landed but I'm guessing between green and greyI thought nothing of it but it still haunts him like a ghostWith all eyes upon him except to the matter the most, he saysGreen is the colour that everyone sees but all around meGrey is the colour I see around her but she's just a blurThe more the crowd cheers the less I can hear and they don't really care what I playIt might be for her but for now it's between green and greyWe paid and we cheered now we're gone and to us that feels rightBut for him every one of those evenings turns into a nightWith another hotel room where he lays awake to pretendThat he's doing fine with his notebook and desk made for friends, he saysGreen is the colour that everyone sees but all around meGrey is the colour I see around her but she's just a blurAnd night after night what I hear, what I write fills the room and my head starts to swayIt might be for her but for now it's between green and greyI want you to love me, he whispers unable to speakAnd he wonders aloud why feelings so strong make the body so weakThen he awoke now he's scared to death somebody hurtIf it was you and you know her please don't say a word