Ming & Ping Dark Days
skin hardens and my eyes burn
as my lips form the shapes that I’ve learned
to speak all the colours that my face buries
every year I die and I’m born again
every day I learn my name
as shapes and colours all move all around me
the brightest day, metallic grey
the darkest days escape you
a simple face, metallic grey
the darkest days await you
this surface of glass and stone
this faint reflection that I’ve known
will take me over as it grows colder
and every year I die and I’m born again
everyday I learn my name
as shapes and colours all move all around me
the brightest day, metallic grey
the darkest days escape you
a simple face, metallic grey
the darkest days await you
(face to face, face to face)
these dark days, they still await
a new train, the buildings change
the shapes and colours all stay the same
it’s not what happens and not what you do
it’s only the eyes you choose to look through
it’s only the eyes you choose to look through
