In Places, Empty Spaces - The Most Serene Republic

I’ve got a box, a box of nice crayons

Pick a color and it’s yours

We’ll dedicate our lives to the color

We’ll play our music to its chords

I’m not losing

I don’t care

I paint you a bed, paint it with greens and whites and you’ll sleep

Peaceful maybe for just one night

Oh, and in your eyes, there’s lights

From all those panoramic vista views

After all that, we’ll be forgotten