[Verse 1] I have many questions for You My mouth is so full I cannot chew Are you listening, are you listening? My friends are hurting, they are hurting [Chorus 1] It's not black or white, it's in between Colors of a storm are most fitting Is there an answer in the silence? Are we asking the wrong questions? [Instrumental] [Verse 2] How ignorant man to simply think We can't control a storm with pen and ink If I could, for you I would write To make the darkest parts give us life [Chorus 1] It's not black or white, it's in between Colors of a storm are most fitting Is there an answer in the silence? Are we asking the wrong questions? [Instrumental] [Verse 3] Have we given orders to the morning? Or told the dawn its place to be? Can we bind the chains of Pleiades? Or command the sea, command the sea? Who are we that You are mindful of us? Who are we that You are mindful of us? I guess that's the part we just have to try and trust? [Instrumental]