There's a picture in the hallway Of tired and weary men Who stepped on tiny flowers as they went Through the bushes through the green Through bu*tercups and gra** And now it's green on white As seasons change with time You're all asleep tonight And no one makes a sound Green on white There's no picture in the hallway But it's written in your face Saying it's the final days of a weird weird fall So let's repeat ourselves And do it all again I was searching for that feeling That you get from going out That you get from standing outside all alone Thinking of the things That are pa**ed you now But still place a shadow on your everyday And now it's green on white As seasons change with time You're all asleep tonight And no one makes a sound And now it's green on white As seasons change with time You're all asleep tonight And no one makes a sound Green on white And a natural law is working With a raging fierceful pace It's an anti-gravitation thing at hand And it's sending us away From each other ones again Leaving wider gaps than what was before